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butdaddy-ilove-him · 4 months ago

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Power and Prowess: A Beauty and the Beast Retelling

Chapter 2

I rewatched Beauty and the Beast and got inspired to write this. I have not seen this idea written anywhere but credit to those who also thought of it.

Content Warning: Typical Game warnings apply to this story regarding violence, language, etc. There will be no smut in this story because I don't specialize in writing those scenes, but there will be fade-to-black scenes. The other love interests of the game aren't really in the story except for Zayne who is purely platonic as her doctor. This is checked by Grammarly and that's about it as far as proofreading and spell/grammar check goes so be forgiving if it's not perfect, please.

Summary: Daniela Miller(The name of the protagonist from the game for simplicity) is a renowned Hunter for The Association. After the death of her grandmother and the capture of her closest friend, Caleb, by the rival gang Onychinus, she vows to get her friend back and kill their leader, Sylus.

Awoken by the abrupt sound of Tara, her coworker and friend, coming up next to her, Daniela jumped in her seat. “Tara, geez,” She mumbled while rubbing her hands over her face.

“You were asleep at your desk again. Captain Jenna said you could take all the time off you needed, you should be at home.”

“I can’t��” Daniela responded “...I can’t be in that apartment without thinking of everything.”

Tara nodded. “I’m sorry about Caleb and your grandmother. They didn’t deserve it.”

It had been two weeks since the accident. Daniela had received a sympathy note from everyone and their mother it seemed. Half of them seemed to be from Tara herself. It didn’t bother her that they kept expressing sympathy. It only bothered her that no one believed her that Caleb was still alive. “I told you, Tara, Caleb…”

“Daniela…I think you should talk to Dr. Zayne about…what you think you saw.”

“You think my brain made it up?”

“Our minds do weird things when we’re in fight or flight. It’s just…look you know I want to believe you and help you, but no one has seen or heard anything about Caleb.”

Daniela shook her head. “I just need to know for sure. That’s all.”

The dismissive response was enough for Tara to pat Daniela’s shoulder and smile before walking away. Daniela dropped the smile she put on for Tara and looked back at her laptop. The piles of research about the two men she saw dragging Caleb were all the tabs and windows open. Images of masks that were similar to those that they wore…their clothes…even down to their voices. Nothing of promise came up.

But she spent every day at work doing it. Captain Jenna banned her from missions since she wasn’t in the right mind to be fighting so Daniela had all the time in the world to spend trying to find him. It wasn’t until another three days passed and the sun had already gone down, everyone in the building had gone home already, that she came across something of interest.

Onychinus. The information the Association had on the group was limited access as Daniela discovered by clicking on the file and being met with blurred sections of information. All she could find was the basics. A faction in the N109 zone that was connected to everyone…and everything. She sent the file to Zayne before leaving the building to go see him.

More than a few nurses tried to stop her from walking straight past them to his office and then just barging in but as soon as Zayne saw her he dismissed them. Daniela closed and locked the door before looking at her friend.

“I saw what you sent me. I’m assuming that’s why you’re here?”

“Do you know anything about them?”

Zayne took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair slightly. “Very little. Why are you asking?”

Daniela sighed and looked down at her hands before sinking onto the couch in Zayne’s office. She rubbed her hands over her face. “Tara thinks I’m going crazy. Captain Jenna probably shares the same sentiment.”

“Tell me.”

“Caleb is alive.” Zayne didn’t respond immediately. “I saw him. When…the house…I looked up and saw two men dragging him from the rubble. They said something about a boss telling them to retrieve Caleb. They saw me and left me there.”

“They didn’t think you were a threat.”

She snapped her head up. “You believe me?”

“Have I a reason not to?” When Daniela didn’t say anything, Zayne hummed and nodded. “So you think Onychinus took Caleb?”

“It’s the only lead I have. These two men didn’t exactly tell me who they were before leaving. Do you know anything about the organization?”

Zayne folded his hands in his lap and shook his head. “I don’t unfortunately…But if you know the right people, with some luck you can get the right information.”

“And do you know? Know the right people?”

The doctor stood from the chair behind his desk and came to sit next to her. His eyes were piercing as he looked down at her and demanded, “What exactly do you plan to do with the information you get?”

“If Onychinus took Caleb…I’m going to get him back.”

He made a “hm” sound before looking away. “As expected,” he mumbled, “Very well.” Zayne stood from the couch and walked back to his desk. He reached under it and Daniela stood to watch as he unlocked a safe there. Zayne handed her another locked box that had a small space for a fingerprint lock on the front.

“What’s this?” Daniela inquired.

“It was mailed to me the day after the…accident. From your grandmother. Which leads me to believe it wasn’t an accident.”

Daniela examined the lock. “How am I mean to undo it?”

“Like this I’d assume-” Zayne grabbed her hand and placed her thumb flat against the scanner. It lit with white light before turn green and the sound of a latch undoing was heard from the inside of the box.

Slowly Daniela opened the box and took note of the many files. They were labeled classified or to be destroyed. She closed the box and looked back at her friend. “And this is about Onychinus?”

Zayne shook his head. “I don’t know. The only thing I received with it was a note signed by your grandmother saying to give it to you. But if Onychinus took Caleb and…killed your grandmother right before I received this, then I’d say it’s safe to assume that whatever is inside is regarding them.”

“Thank you.”

He tilted his head. “For what?”

“Believing me.”

Zayne nodded and sat back in his chair. He pushed his glasses back up on his nose before resuming work as if they had never had the conversation. Everything they discussed was safe with him, Daniela knew, so she stuffed the box into her bag and headed hom.

Prior to opening the box, Daniela locked all of her doors and windows and triple checked her apartment for any sign of being watched. She was on one of the top floors of the apartment building she lived in but still. Someone had just gone to great lengths to ensure her grandmother died and Caleb was taken. A top floor wouldn’t stop anyone as dedicated as that.

After shutting the lights off and using only a dim lamp in the center of the room as her light source, Daniela opened the box up again. The latch sound was eerie in the quiet room. She laid out the files by the dates on the front of them then found at the bottom of the box was a brooch, a red stone with a black crow at the top, and a picture of herself. She was much younger in the photo, a wide-toothed smile on her face and pigtails that were unkempt and failing to keep the hair from her face. Her grandmother was next to her with an arm slung around her shoulders also smiling at the camera. Daniela smiled and laughed at the photo sadly before setting it and the brooch at the top of the table.

Time passed slowly and too quickly as she read over the files. Each one she read twice to ensure she got the information from them. A highlighter in her hand to keep her actively reading and awake. A notepad and pen on the table for her to take notes.

Grandma

Experiment

Aether Core?

Wanderer

Aether Core, Aether core, Aether core, Aether-

It turned into scribble the further down she went as her eyes drooped and exhaustion kicked in. She woke up to the sound of…well she didn’t know but it was a sound. Her head snapped up from where she laid on the table, hair disheveled and drool she would’ve been embarrassed about if not for the panic. Quickly, Daniela reached under the table for her pair of pistols and walked around her apartment. The front door was still shut and locked and all of her windows were undisturbed. She checked every room, corner, and nook anyway but found nothing.

After checking under her bed, Daniela stood back up and sighed. As she was dismissing it as exhaustion kicking in, Daniela saw…something. Her big window that looked into her bedroom was across from her and through it she saw a bird. Or what reassembled a bird. It sat atop the ledge of her window holding with it’s head crooked to look inside. She made eye contact with it and walked toward her window slowly to stare at it. It’s eyes were red. They reminded her of the brooch from the box. And it’s talons looked almost metallic as if the bird was metal itself. She was crouching to look at it closely, entranced by the creature, and when it croaked Daniela felt her heart jump and her balance leave her. She fell onto her back and watched as the bird flew away.

Daniela shook her head at herself and went back to the table where the files that were once neatly set out were now strewn about the table. The picture and the brooch remained at the top and otherwise undisturbed.

She took the files to work the next day to continue to look over them and cross reference with anything the Association might know. Very little crossed over and nothing was seeming to align with the information she had on Onychinus.

“New assignment?”

Daniela slammed the files closed as she heard Captain Jenna’s voice from behind her. She turned and cleared her throat. “Oh…uh, something like that yeah. Just going over some older stuff.”

Captain Jenna hummed and nodded toward her computer screen. “You best leave that untouched. Nothing good will come of it. They’re just protocore obsessed gang members.” Then she left.

Daniela looked back toward her screen and where the file name of Onychinus was displayed clearly. That did nothing to dim the suspicion in her. What does her grandmother have to do with protocores? Why would Onychinus take Caleb if that’s what tey were after? By the end of her shift she had reached the last file. There were more questions than answers. Daniela resigned herself to having to go see Zayne again even before she reached the end of the last file which answered her questions but left her with more.

This time no one stopped her from entering Zayne’s office unannounced and the doctor himself didn’t even look surprised that it was her when she did enter. Before he could get his overly formal greeting out, Daniela stormed toward his desk and put the file in front of him.

“You need to read this.”

“Your grandmother didn’t instruct me to.”

“Well I am. Read it.”

Zayne held eye contact with her for a moment before nodding and picking the file up. Without the other ones he was missing some context regarding the experiment detailed in the file but he was a doctor, he could put it together on his own. Daniela waited pacing around his office in front of his desk. She waited until he finally sighed and placed the file back down on the desk and looked at her expectantly.

“Well?” Daniela asked him putting her arms out in question.

“I don’t know what you’re asking me.”

She scoffed and then gestured vaguely at the file. “Is that me? In the file. Do I-...Do I have an…” She lowered her voice “...Do I have an Aether Core in my heart? Is that why the treatment isn't’ working? Did my grandmother put it there?-”

“Slow down, Daniela,” Zayne told her and waited for her to sigh before continuing, “I think it’s safe to assume that you are the experiment in the file which yes would mean that the protocore in your heart would be an Aether Core.”

“Which means…Onychinus wanted me not caleb or…Gram.”

Zayne shook his head. “It was too intentional. You were left on purpose. Onychinus must not know about this.”

“So I can get Caleb back then, they just want me.” Daniela was already turning to go out the door, as if she could just march into the N109 zone unscathed and somehow find Onychinus’ leader and convince him to give up Caleb all without a problem.

“Daniela, wait-” She didn’t plan on waiting until the handle on the office door was suddenly frozen solid. When she tried to jiggle the handle anyway, Daniela wasn’t surprised to find the door unmoving. Zayne was standing and now in front of her. “If Onychinus discovers this information…you could be their next target. It’s best it remains hidden.”

Daniela scoffed. “I can’t leave Caleb there to rot.”

“Caleb would want you to be safe.”

“I won’t leave him there.”

The ice of Zayne’s evol faded away, as he made it do so, whenever she reached for the handle again and made her way out.

Her friend was many things. Daniela thought of them as she stared at the strewn out files, pictures, and the brooch on her table. Zayne was cold, distant, caring, proper, and especially and most often he was right. Onychinus not knowing about her and the Aether Core in her heart was better for her. It kept her safe. But Daniela couldn’t shake the thought of anything horrible happening to Caleb because of Onychinus’ interest in her without them even knowing where to look. Which is why, next to the files from Grandma, there were files from the Association paired with them. Important people and locations were highlighted and laid on top of files they had a potential connection to.

A sharp caw sound drew her attention from the table and toward her window. There was nothing there and Daniela figured she was so sleep deprived that she was starting to see things. Or moreso hear them. When she turned back toward the table however, there was the mechanical crow she had seen the other day staring back at her. In it’s mouth was the ruby red brooch. Daniela couldn’t help but note the similarities in the brooch to the crow before putting her hand out gently.

“Easy birdie,” She whispered, “Good bird. Good bird. Just…give me the brooch,” She approached it quietly and slowly. The bird cocked it’s head at her as if it was understanding her and now no longer did. “Yep, Daniela you’re officially crazy. You’re talking to a mechanical bird in your living room.”

The bird squawked again before taking off into flight. Daniela chased after it but it was through the open windows and far into the night before she even had the opportunity to catch him. She hit her fist against the doorframe groaned loudly. As much as she wanted to go find the bird, Daniela knew it was a lost cause and there was no way she’d be able to find the crow.

She spent the rest of her night trying to make out the notes her grandma had in the margins of files. At least until she passed out from sheer exhaustion at the table. Her head was laying flat on the wood and she’d die before admitting there was a little bit of drool coming from her mouth. In her dreams she saw a red eye and heard a darker feminine voice saying “devour him…kill him”

Daniela shot up and breathed hard. Her phone alarm was going off to get ready for work and she was already late, leaving her no time to decipher what her dream meant. As soon as she stepped through the doors of the building, two fellow hunters were in front of her and explaining that Captain Jenna needed her in her office. Swallowing hard she followed them, as if she needed to be escorted, and walked through the doors by herself.

“Daniela, it’s good to see you. How are you doing?”

Her brow furrowed. “I-I’m sorry.”

Captain Jenna smiled suspiciously sweet. Almost off putting. “Regarding your grandmother and caleb?”

“Oh…” Daniela wanted to slap herself for being so on edge with her “...Right. I’m…doing fine. You didn’t seriously have me escorted up here to ask me that did you?”

The older woman laughed and leaned forward in her chair. “I can’t get anything past you can I? You’re right, it’s not. Your colleagues have come to me expressing concern about you. Saying you’re looking into some…dangerous things. Now I’ve taken you off missions to give you a break from stress while you mourn but you seem to be finding stress anyway.”

Tara. “I’ve just been wondering about…” Something inside her kept her from telling the truth. An instinct. Zayne’s voice resounding in her mind detailing te dangers of people finding out about the Aether Core. “...what caused the explosion. That’s all. My grandmother and Caleb didn’t exactly have enemies.”

Captain Jenna had an almost smirk on her face as Daniela said it. “I want you to know that the Association is doing everything in their power to find who is behind this. We don’t know much right now but we are trying. Xavier is leading the investigation actaully.”

Xavier wasn’t exactly a close friend but he was a friendly face on the job. They had resonated more than once while on missions together in order to win. It made her smile slightly that he cared. “That’s…reassuring. Thank you.”

Daniela went to leave but Captain Jenna stopped her before she was even able to take two steps backward. “I want you to stop.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I want you to stop investigating Onychinus.”

And there it is.

“I’ll assign you to missions again if you’d like. Give you some cases to file. Whatever you’d like as a distraction other than digging into the blackhole that is that gang.”

“Of course.”

Captain Jenna nodded and Daniela left the office as soon as she could. She had never been off put by an interaction with the Captain before, but now she was suspicious. There was something about Onychinus that if she kept digging she knew she’d be able to find. But she wouldn’t be able to do it at work anymore. Daniela walked through the halls back toward her desk. Never before had she felt the need to look over her shoulder at her job or feel like everyone was staring at her.

“Daniela!”

She jumped in her seat as Xavier approached her desk. “Xavier, hey, you scared me.”

“Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to come check on you.”

Daniela nodded her head. “Yeah everyone seems to want to do that these days,” She mumbled and then louder said, “Thanks. I’m doing okay. Captain Jenna told me you were leading the investigation on my grandma’s house. Thank you.”

He leaned against the side of her desk and Daniela raised a brow at him curiously. “Did she tell you any of the details?” Daniela shook her head. “Well if you’d like, we could discuss them together. Maybe over lunch sometime.”

Realization clicked as he finished the suggested. Daniela tried to smile sweetly at him as she stood, shutting off her laptop in the process and grabbing her bag. “Uh…sorry, Xavier. I…I’m not really looking for that kind of thing right now. I’m still processing everything.” He reached out to grab her wrist and she pulled away immediately before he could say or do anything else. “But, the details would still be greatly appreciated. You could just…send them to me. I’ll reach out if I have any questions.”

His eyes narrowed. “Right. Yeah.”

Daniela left the office quickly in favor of going to Zayne’s office. He sighed when she walked through his door but let her stay anyway. Daniela recounted the events with the mechanical crow and the brooch being gone now, probably glimmering in a nest somewhere, before he had to see a patient. Then he came back and she told him about Captain Jenna.

“So she agrees that investigating Onychinus is dangerous?” Zayne inquired.

“Yeah but for a different reason than you do obviously. She didn’t tell me why. It felt more like a threat. Stop investigating Onychinus or else,” She told him, mimicking Captain Jenna in the last bit.

It pulled a half smile from Zayne before he went back to his cold demenour. “Maybe it’s a sign. All roads to Onychinus are bad.”

“Or all roads lead to Onychinus.” Zayne raised a brow at that. Daniela explained her interaction with Zayne with a simple “not my type” as a response to why she turned down Xavier and then activated her hunter’s watch to show him what Xavier sent her regarding the explosion. “Captain Jenna said that he was actively investigating it. The information here seems pretty conclusive and I don’t think they’re still investigating. Everything about this has Onychinus written all over it don’t you think?”

Zayne hummed. “I still think it’s a bad idea to go there.” He paused for a long moment and looked at Daniela’s pleading eyes. “I read about this place. The Nest. A center of gang activity in Linkon. A way to the N109 zone. Perhaps you may find some more information there.”

“If I find information there you know I’m going to have to pursue it. I may be gone for…a while.”

He nodded. “I know. I know you’re capable though.”

Daniela walked to the door after nodding once. She had one hand on the doorknob before turning back to Zayne and saying, “Thank you, Zayne.”

Zayne said nothing but made a small “hmm” sound before looking down at a patient’s file. Daniela left quietly and went back to her apartment for the night. She thought about pouring over her files once more but decided against it. Nothing new was going to stand out that she didn’t already see or know. Instead she put her hunter’s gear on and got ready to go to The Nest.

Her black utility pants and boots covered her legs completely. She had a leather harness for her pistols and one tool pouch to adorn it. Daniela pulled on her looser fit white long sleeve shirt then put on her matching black and brown leather corset top for protections. She secured her fingerless gloves around her hands then put as much ammunition she could carry into her tool pouch with an extra magazine for each pistol just in case.

There wasn’t much to do with her hair, the short length and bangs prevented it from getting in the way or caught on anything and also saved her time of having to put it up all the time. She examined the deep red that she had dyed it a few days prior to the accient with some admiration. The last time it would look good for a while she guessed if things went how she needed them to in the next couple of hours.

With a sigh she turned away from her mirror to go to her table. She put all the files back into the little box and locked it before putting it in her tool pouch with her ammunition. Daniela’s eye caught the photo of her grandmother and her on the table and she reached for it. Huffing at her own sentimentality, Daniela folded the photo up a few times and grabbed a locket that her grandmother had given to her what seemed like so long ago but was actually earlier the same year. The locket and chain were black and the locket itself had red rubies deocrated it in a few swirls. Daniela shoved the photo inside and secured it around her neck.

Finding The Nest was harder than it looked. She bribed a few shady people and gave up a few too many secrets about The Hunter’s Association than she should’ve but none that were entirely true or fundamentally going to break everything down. She didn’t even have high enough clearance for those kind of secrets. But the whole time she felt like she was being watched. More than once she looked over her shoulder to see if someone was there. Every time there was nothing.

That feeling didn’t stop when she finally entered The Nest. A hole in the wall place that could be mistaken for a night club by anyone in passing. But everyone inside knew what they were looking for when they entered. And she was new so all eyes were on her. Daniela swallowed hard and looked down then went to the bar.

“What do you need, little lady?” The man asked in front of her.

She wasn’t expecting him to put a piece of paper and a pen down in front of her when he asked. Daniela didn’t understand what to do with it.

The bartender laughed and he lowered his voice to whisper. “Whatever you’re looking for or trying to do…put it right there.” He tapped the paper and gestured for her to go ahead.

Daniela swallowed hard and picked up the pen. The first part was easy to write but when she got to the words “Aether Core” her hand began to shake. A moment of hesitation and then she finished the sentence. Daniela folded the paper in half and passed it back. The bartender smirked and took it from her then pushed her a black shot glass. Inside was a black liquid. She looked at it with a raised brow as he looked at her expectantly.

“It’s a trade,” One voice said from her left.

“You have to take the shot to get what you’re looking for,” Another said from her right.

Daniela looked to both sides and saw familiar faces. Or masks more like. The two men who had carried Caleb away were there. Daniela knew it wasn’t the time to question them or give her intentions away so she grabbed the glass and took the shot without another moment’s hesitation.

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aita-blorbos · 2 years ago

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AITA for committing treason and betraying my friends before I even met them?

"Committing treason" is perhaps too strong, for I (120M) have no love for my country. We have access to several extremely powerful magical artifacts and instead of fully studying them and uncovering their mysteries, my people decided to treat them as religious relics. These artifacts have already given us access to reincarnation and to a unique kind of magic. What we could accomplish with a deep study of at least one of them is unimaginable.

I decided to dedicate myself to the study of magic and rose through our political ranks. I have a lot of prestige in my field for someone so young and I'm considered a prodigy. So I thought that this would be enough to gain full access to the artifacts, to finally get my people to see what they're missing. But no matter how important I get and how strong the name of my family is, nothing changes. The artifact is still seen solely as part of our god instead of what it truly is.

That is why when magicians of our enemy country, scholars like I am, reached out for me to smuggle two of them... I did not spend much time pondering. The tensions between our countries got even higher, but the artifacts were in the hands of scholars as they always should have been. I'm aware that their goals are possibly not good, but what truly matters is that the information gets to me, that I finally get to understand all the secrets they hold.

Even though I feel they've not been sharing what they're actually finding...

But I digress. After some years searching for their whereabouts, my country finally leads an assault on our enemy to get these artifacts back. Our agents failed to retrieve them, but that was enough to make our cold war hot. I understand that my actions led to this, but I think that war would have happened anyway. Our countries were already enemies, they just needed an excuse.

One day, while the war preoccupied everyone's thoughts, a random bunch showed up to have an audience with our Queen. I was in attendance, but I did not pay them much mind (although two members were clearly from our enemy country) until one of them pulled an artifact, the same one I had stolen, from their bags. Our Queen declared them heroes and that's when things truly started to go wrong.

They were deadset on ending the war and soon they started believing a treator had handed the relics over to the other side. I was keeping an eye on them to conver all my tracks, but they started to ask me favors all the time. They kept calling me to ask questions and to transport them everywhere, wasting my time and magic. However... They also were genuinely interested in getting to know me. They kept inviting me over for dinner, sharing their knowledge and one of them even hugged me. I do not remember the last time I was shown this much kindness and even though I tried my best to prevent it... I started to care about them.

And that's where the real problem lies. All their caring about people is starting to rub off on me and now I'm questioning everything I did. I've betrayed their trust, but that was before I even knew who they were! My actions led to a war, but that was not my intention and that war was set to happen even if I hadn't done anything! My motives were never good, but they were important. I can not be blamed for all this.

...right?

I feel like a few months ago I wouldn't care about the answer, but now I can't help but wonder if I am, how you say, "the asshole".

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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niuniente · 1 year ago

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Reading your dream made me want to share my dream. Because it's been sitting on my mind the role day for some reason and that's not something that happens often. I hope you don't mind me just sharing it, i feel like i need to put it out there.

I dreamed that i was late to school. mind you, i'm 31 years old and so i was in the dream, I feel.

And the school was the one i studied until i was 14 years old. my home wasn't my home or any home i ever lived in. in the dream i woke up at the correct time but took too long getting ready. like school started at 9 and it was getting close to 10. (Never had lessons starting at that weird time until college when i choose late classes because i lived a bit far away from school) I somehow had no material for school other than a folder with loose paper, both used and blank one,s and a pencil case, my bag was a simple tote bag. (that also struck to me as strange but i felt like i was trying to just not go empty handed to something i wasn't ready for.) I was finishing getting ready when a friend called me asking if i was okay and why i was late. This friend is someone i met by the time i was on the second half of my college years, he was saying the first class would be at the pool, since they were wanting to revitalize the school's sportive center. the school does have a sports center but no pool in reality. I somehow get in time even thought i previously was almost a hour late, when i see my classmates they're mostly people i did go to school with. plus the friend from college. we all on our 30's. we were also accessing the sports center through the street not the footbridge the school has linking the two buildings like we used to do. when we get there the pool is not only pretty much underground it also is in a awful state. most of the tiles are missing and broken, the water doesn't even fill half the pool and it's very dirty, almost bog like. One of the boys that i remember from my school years jump down into it and kinda walks around while everyone else kinda says 'eww', he than jumps out of it and starts to playfully chase the girls that made more noise when he went in, including the girl he was dating at the time we went to school, they start to scream and giggle trying to dodge him. he was wearing a coral bating suit. and then i woke up! It's funny... i don't usually see faces very well in my dreams, i know who people are, but the faces are not clear, but this is the second dream in less than a month where the faces of a few people were very clear to me. and last time it wasn't even someone i know.

I mentioned some time ago earlier this year that something has shifted in dreams. I've always seen people in my dreams and they're just something vague. Now, I can see them clearly, sometimes I even know their names. If I could draw portraits, I could draw them easily because they're as clear as a day (and these aren't real people, mind you).

It was fun that you shared that dream with me because I keep having the same dream theme! Not so much anymore, but occasionally it comes up. I need to go to school and I'm late. Sometimes it's been already 3 months and I have forgotten to go to the school. Sometimes, I manage to get to the school but I don't know where my class is, what subject I'm having etc.

I always read school dreams as "Okay, listen; you've already gone through that literal life lesson. No need to try to backtrack and do it again. No need to. You're done with it. Let it go."

Sometimes, I have dreams were I have to perform but I have don't know how to do it. It can be a beauty pageant competition, a dance competition, a singing competition, or a play which I have role in but I don't know what it is. I don't know my lines or my cues.

Once, I tried to escape from the theater, right before the play starts, through a window but I couldn't. Billy Idol was sleeping on the window sill. I tried to move him but he was too heavy. I tried to open the window but it kept hitting his head. Then, I woke up and I knew the message was "We know it's scary and you have no idea what's going on, but you have to stay where you are. You're at the right place, it's going to be OK. Don't run. We won't let you because it will hurt you. You're save".

#ask niu

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kennan73888 · 1 year ago

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A Dinner Reunion II

“Delicious, I do say so myself.”

Azran sucks a few tips off his fingers, as if he’s enjoying every piece left in his mouth. However, Rhian cuddles herself while goosebumps cover her whole body, unable to forget the aftertaste unless something replaces it.

“Cheer up, my dear. What if I make it up for you? Because I’m now craving for some chocolate.” Azran’s suggestion sounds great, but Rhian feels like she’s not trusting this ‘treat’ of his. “Oh, please. Don’t make that face. I’m done fooling with you today.”

A young man who wore a mask that expressed an unpleasant grin came from behind, moving a seat beside them. Which surprises Azran when this gentleman comes out of nowhere. Without ignoring this man’s existence, Azran’s eyes met directly with his, and he noticed a tall woman behind that man.

“It’s rare to see you here, Eric. And your daughter?” Azran smiled, now concentrating on the woman.

“Always the same, no emotion, empty.”

“This meeting isn’t a coincidence. What brings you to me?”

“There’s someone I’m seeking, and it isn’t just one. More than a group, or hundreds, I believe. I saw in my own eyes that they opened the gate by sacrificing a couple of people, including children. Maybe, someday, they’ll roam freely through those gates.”

“That, you need my help.”

“Yes.”

“Ah, I see…” Azran nodded, understanding what he was aiming for. “You’re not worried about those men or who can access any of those realms. Your interest is what is in their possession. Am I right, Eric?”

Eric chuckled, then said, “You’re never wrong. Still the same as ever. I want you to keep me in touch if you come across them. That’s all I need.”

“What if I don’t?” Azran smirks, waiting to see how he’ll take it. The mask Eric wore made it less impressive, but Azran enjoyed the silence. No replying, so he continued, “You once were my apprentice, and still are. Unfortunately, Eric, I’m sitting out on this one. Don’t get me wrong. I’m desperately worried about the gate, but… I’m getting old.”

Getting old or not, there is not an ounce of wrinkles on Azran’s face. The main issue here is that Eric was his apprentice. The same goes with his other apprentices out there. Chances are, they’ll meet and have little quarrels when one has their own aim to accomplish. Azran hates putting down his foot between them. He can gain nothing in these situations by dilly dally offering a hand.

Creepily crawling over, Azran’s hands were red liquid as he saw them, getting into his sleeve but were destroyed by slamming his hand on it. The table wiggled while all eyes were on them. A deep growl came from Azran’s throat, then settled, widening his lips.

“Sorry to disrupt your meals, ladies and gentlemen,” Azran apologized, standing then bowing. “Please, continue.” He went back to sitting on his chair, then glared at his apprentice. “You know you won’t win if you try anything on me.”

Eric chuckled unpleasantly. “I’m only playing with you. Don’t be too exaggerated, master.”

“Playing, you say.”

There’s an urge in Azran wanting to smash this man’s skull, but resist, causing any ruckus it needs to be. He kept quiet, then glanced at the daughter, who also seemed on edge as if keeping herself from doing exactly as he had in mind. Then he saw Eric’s hand, holding one of hers and slowly easing her temper.

“Guess it’s time,” Azran smiled, then stood up. “Neither of us is ready to hold a fight. Better for us to depart before things get worse, Eric.”

Azran left without giving them a second glance, then exited the restaurant. Disappearing then appeared in his library, sighing but not expecting to meet Eric. Rhian, who’s absent through the entire conversation, suddenly pops at his face, floating upside down, which gives him a fright as he clutches his chest and deep breathing.

“Who’s that? I don’t remember seeing him before.”

“Eric Gilbert Jacques Corniea,” Azran said, calming himself before continuing, “The seven-year-old king.”

“Oh… Him…” Amor nodded in a mumble, adding some displeasure. “He doesn’t seem to be the Eric I know. The Eric we saw way back then had a flock of red hair with a strong heart. And… It’s completely gone.”

She’s right, but there’s nothing Azran can do about him. That boy, he watches him grow into a fine King, leading a well-trained army through a battlefield but abandoning that life to be a scientist. An insane one, which Azran would add to that. Eric’s method is unpredictable, and hard to judge if he’s an ally or not.

#the heart of a king #story ideas

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5/4/23

Elias Let's Play Don't Let Them Hang Me!

What is my real name?

Be careful you don't want to end up like Nancy

(YouTube jezebel playlist).

The Last Letter is silent.

Ask God to help you remember.

If you get close enough my face should pop up on an app but only for a limited time because stalkers.

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5/16/23 update

Update for Elias to ease your mind and to disrupt the minds of our mo'fukin haters cause we are so damn generous at this point.

Part 1:

1. Environmental Intuitive Synchronicities

I made the above term up...be jealous... but it's basically when the things you have predicted

for someone else somehow end up aligning with your own life in real time to tell you when the things you predicted are happening (like what time it is) if you are not actually able to see what you predicted happening. i.e not being able to see Elias but meeting people in relation to what was predicted about Elias who are channeling what he's going through. Unfortunately, i have been experiencing channeling from random people that I meet who help me out along the way. signifying a prediction or rather experiencing what Elias is going through.

For instance...

Shelter sychronicities in March 2023

The Roommates I met at the shelter :

- The Woman named Brandy who asked to do a reading on me with a box of disney tarot cards. She later gave the tarot cards to me as a parting gift. (

- The Woman named Acacia (Freemasons) and she kept ending up on the bathroom floor due to a drug addiction

- The Woman Who Was a Lesbian on prescription medication to transition into a man who was wishing I was a lesbian) she also had a horrible smell when using the bathroom and would leave the room dirty to the point where I had to cuss her out and report that someone had a trash fetish to staff. Basic Betch I partly feel like God was trying to tell me you don't clean your house...she also had an HIV scare and had to get an emergency test.

- The older woman who talked to herself and had like multiple personalities and would cook me food and bring it to me. (Elias' Mom) She also was slightly racist which was odd because she was a person of color...which confused everybody in the room even the white people. One of the roommates who's name was dream told me not to take food from her because she went on a mentally unstable rant about how a man put blood in her food and now she has a blood disease.

- The pregnant prostitute who needed a plane ticket back home and was waiting for her boyfriend in jail to send her the money that never came. She asked if I knew where a specific street was where she could prostitute. I told her the staff would buy her a plane ticket but she said she was too shy and staff would take too long (betch what? Are you mute on street corners? ). When she came back from prostituting she bragged about how she made 100 dollars and though it was worth it. (I congratulated her because who am I to ruin someones happiness) . The second time she went to prostitute she told me an undercover cop almost arrested her but because she was pregnant he let her go. I handed her the email for a staff that could help her with a plane ticket. Smh. While also laughing in her face she stopped talking to me (boohoo im so sad) This roommate also told me she did spellwork on the man in jail and had a tattoo of Santa Muerte.

- The Shelter went on lockdown for a scabies outbreak the children were getting infected left and right. CPS also took one of my roommates kids away...

- I met Stacy (her name means fruitful)

- Staff kept asking me if the internet was working on my laptop because they couldn't access Google due to a security message that kept popping up

- My phone screen cracked so I got a replacement phone from staff

- The next day I accidentally grabbed my laptop in an odd way and it damaged the screen. Like the laptop could no longer be used...

- When I was minding my business at the bus station and a man asked me if I was married. And Gabriel told me before I went to start saying yes. So I said yes...and it almost felt like this man knew to leave me alone...I never seen a man leave so fast. He almost ran away. (Me: where he at though!?).

Honestly if you are lacking energy environmental sychronicities are the shit but sometimes stressful. You don't do anything but observe what you see and sense and put it in order based on the physical and intuitive data you already have. You Haters. No spells were casted at least not by me unless you believe in like "word magic" which is like me sending you a piece of my mind and thoughts of you. (Which I was nice enough to create a blog for so all parties involved would not have to guess what I was thinking...I told you fools and somehow you still guessed incorrectly smh.)

My First Time Being Introduced to Tarot

February 2023 was the first time I was ever introduced to tarot. A roommate named Brandy had a stack of disney tarot cards she gave to me after I had asked her how she uses them. Brandy was also receiving money at the time from multiple men and had an ectopic pregnancy. She was also being fought for custody of her children.

I also didn't know Elias was married or in a relationship at any time that I had known him. If anyone "basic betch" was ever trying to make me jealous during this 3 year period of menstrual blood love spell making and fake happy family photo time on social media I never saw one picture of either of you together because I had better things to research like how to survive without prostituting or how to survive without sucking HIV d*ck for food and a place to stay like Elias' copycat ex-wife. (So sorry to disappoint your ex wife Elias, I was never aware that either of you were ever a couple at any time during the 3 year period of energy stealing). Although, you can bet I was spiritually fkn him in my dreams waking up all wet and sh*t in my little homeless shelter bed not ever knowing every time he fkd his witchy wife in real life he was wishing she was really me. I'm honored.(Sometimes life is unfair huh?)

However, the month of Feburary 2023 was the month that God allowed me to understand why someone as smart as me couldn't seem to get out of f'kn poverty after years of working to provide for myself without the help of a man or any co-signers.

Tarot readings started populating on my YouTube feed as a suggestion...i never searched for tarot readings not once...not ever. Through observation God began revealing to me that tarot readings were one of the reasons I seemed to be stuck in a repetitve cycle of poverty and abusive relationships and having to rely on a failing government system and its immoral society for help. (These streets miss you hoe) As I studied tarot readers on youtube...I found out people could get information about you in the spirit and possibly steal the energy of others unbeknownst to them while keeping them in a cycle that is old or of the energy of the energy thief.

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Which caused me to think back to the only person (Elias) that I talked to about everything before my life started falling apart in 2020...all my other relationships were surface level and travel/party mates who did not know enough about me to steal my energy annnddd I never met anyone that crazy or evil before honestly. So thank you again for creating awareness and destroying what little innocence I probably had left... so that I would not give two f*cks about what you're currently going through.

Anyway I started looking back at old text from Elias before we lost contact in 2020. My experience in the first homeless shelter I stayed at where I experienced synchronicities but was not as in tune spiritually back then...it's amazing how fast your spiritual gifts advance when your in constant fight or flight:

2020 Text Messages Synchronicities to Elias:

1. The mentally unstable girl I met in the shelter who could only go an hour at a time without getting on her knees with a rosary to pray. At night...she would leave the shelter to go prostitute or strip at a nightclub. Before I left the shelter she said she wanted to remember me and took my picture with her phone without asking. We got in an argument because she didn't want to delete the picture.

2. My family left me for dead in the middle of nowhere after a car accident ...the nearest rental car destination was 2 hours away and I had no money. A random stranger who saw me get in the car accident actually paid for my hotel and then took me in her car on a 2 hour journey to a car rental place the next day. (Not family a total fkn stranger and she was poor with two kids)! When I called my family even though they had the money to help me they gave me an ultimatum. They would help me if I did what they said and came back home. When I said no...I found out they secretly were hoping I would die out there...I spent 2 1/2 of those years trying to convince them I wasn't a bad person for not doing what they wanted me to do...I would blame it on spell work but I was covering them which meant the spell work would only hit me. It took me 2 years to accept my family didn't really care about me. And when i got sick a relative thought my skin burning off my body was God punishing me because i told an elder not to disresepxt me in a group chat when clearly it was disrespect. I dont know how people go to places like church and read the bible and stories like the book of Job and automatically default to God must be punishing you. Little did they know ...my not returning home was for their benefit and for their safety and also to reveal to me just how much they actually did not give a f*ck if I lived or died.

So I cut them off...because wth...you Narcissist? It took me 2 years to stop calling them because I was so indenial that they DID NOT GIVE A F*k ABOUT ME...once I stopped being a robot playing by the rules of the family it became quite clear that you can always count on family (*sarcasm ...I would reccommend families test this theory asap...)

3. Elias made a joke about a big headed son I would have after I made fun of his forehead.

(God said to jog your memory...some of the evidence still exist on my phone...now I know why)

This was God using you to subconsciously channel to me what is prophesied to happen.

So if Elias was wondering if I knew he was being played this whole time by family and friends as a sick joke..no. I was too busy figuring out that I too was being played. Anyone who says spells are not real and God will block everything your enemies do so it wont touch you...its not entirely true; if God is using it to train you ... I have to hand it to the basic betch she got me good it's been surreal I can't wait for this energy swap to fully take effect in my life.

Side note:

When the random man you're staying with until you meet your husband just gave you the keys to his house and has only known you for 3 days. I don't know whether to say thank you or run.

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Part 2:

So when I left the shelter ...

I sat at a bus station for several hours like a dumb little decoy. And sure enough a man named Jose...Hi Jose. Waited like a weirdo from 10 ft away smiling awkwardly at me while I talked to an old lady who said I should model. When the old lady left Jose came over and asked me what I do for work and invited me to his hotel. As much as I wanted to go to that hotel...I declined mainly because I'm not a prostitute and ultimately because the tattoo on his hand gave him away. Idiot.

God prepares me ahead of time to know what to look for and when to leave...so I usually am already looking for signs when I meet people.

God can use something as simple as scenes from movies to help prepare or notify you ...

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I found a hospital and spent the whole day sitting in the hosptial lobby charging my electronics not knowing a man was watching me until he came and gave me a snickers and told me he had been watching me. I do give out my many phone numbers sometimes just in case I need help from locals. But found out this man was a stalker .

Fast Forward a few days after losing the stalker ... I am currently sleeping on a man's couch who just got out of a polygamous relationship in March of 2023. Although he asked to cuddle after day 7 of meeting him, I declined, and we just watched a movie instead I learned that he cheated on his gf and has panic attacked over the guilt...This man is also into IT and gave me a lesson on IP addresses and VPNs allows me to use his work computer. If you're wondering how I met him, it wasn't in a strip club or off the street. I got kicked out of a hospital emergency room after staying there for 2 days after I left the last shelter. The lobby and cafeteria is open in the daytime but the emergency room is obviously opened all night. My enemies would be happy to know the head nurse at the hotel threatened to call security and kicked me out on that full moon. So i ended up sitting on a bench in the cold outside the hospital from 8pm-3am. A security car drove up to where I was sitting, and I thought I was going to be escorted off the premises lol. However, a man and woman security guard couple who were like... poor philanthropist booked me into a hotel after I told them a sob story about how I haven't slept in 3 days...they took me out to eat and dropped me off at a library where i read a book about "Preparing for Multiples smh". I signed up for a gym membership so i could shower. The security guard couple texted me and told me they booked me into a hotel for 3 days. During my 3 day stay, the woman security guard texted me about a friend interested in housing a refugee for a while. This friend was the recovering ex-polygamous narcissist i mentioned previously. Who just so happened to know self-defense and taught me how to break free from a choke hold. Crazy right? Although he drives me around to grocery stores and I cook and clean like a housewife as a thank you. I've already been through this repetitive cycle several times and know that him kissing my hand in the car spontaneously and blowing up on me when an outing did not turn into a date is a red flag that I am going to have to leave soon or die trying. This man also found out I'm not kissing his a$$ for a place to stay. Did I mention one of the security guards are waiting on a lawsuit and the victims a settlement. One of them may be going to jail.

The security guard donated all her painting supplies to me (I used to paint for fun before this) So I paint on the patio or in this man's garage for now. I think I am going to try and sell it.

I shared this to give some examples of environmental intuitive synchronicities...just because you have favor with people doesn't mean your life is always easy. Many people would stop believing in God if they went through one day of this kind of favor. I hope this made sense because I am sleepy and not going to read what I wrote.

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5/20/23

Soooooo...basic betch are you still watching? Lmao. I would stop if I were you. So I know we are not friends but I heard you wish we were...if you still have brain function which I hope you do because I mean I want you to have the experience that you wanted me to have and it in no way includes dying...you would really have to enjoy suffering in order to relate to the kind of experience I am referencing. Quick Question? Have you been having experiences that remind you of your life before you started stealing things like OH... I don't know my business ideas, wardrobe, hairstyles, pictures, mannerisms, the idea of giving birth to a baby with my husband?

I have! Which means if it's not already happening to you, I'm excited to share with you that it's coming. (*Pops champagne)

For example, on the new moon the man that is housing me took me out to an open mic night I found that was free entry (free because he expressed he was broke and because I still know how to have fun doing free things without making someone else's financial hardship worse or taking advantage of the fact that they could possibly go broke trying to impress me; due to my consideration he was able to afford the wine I wanted on the menu " The Sun Goddess." If I were you I would hurry and try to copy my drink of choice before you have to revert back to your sad unthinking ways to get what you want in life... sexual favors. (Anyone else into plum wines?) He also pointed out some expensive brand name outlets while driving... no shade to anyone who likes expensive brand names... I like long-lasting clothing and what not...but the only brand name I like is called "cute" meaning I don't care if it's from the thrift store, a boutique or a big brand...if it's cute on me then I wear it...if its comfortable i wear it...I make the clothes...the clothes don't make me...so when i take them off I'm still "cute" because I'm still me (my own personal trend) its not cliche you're about to find out hoe. You're welcome for these free tips betch. (He did tell me I have expensive tastebuds in the grocery store though I like things like medjool dates, almonds, yogurt pretzels, teas, goat cheese, uhmmmmm and a variety of food seasonings so my food doesn't taste like yours obviously.

Anyway... I call my style of dress "sophisticated sexy" (i can't tell if she's a prostitute or a teacher so I'm going to go with until I ask). This started a conversation where the man I am staying with who channels (reminds me of) Elias' old energy. This man has also been in a polygamous relationship with past sex workers and has apparently been a stripper before. What are the odds? It feels like I am practicing for the real thing (Elias). So I said something along the lines of "Do I look like a prostitute?" And he was like "if you do ...it's okay, I used to work in the sex industry and it's really just something people choose to do to get money.... they are not bad people, I don't think we should judge sex workers." And it triggered me because it kind of reminded me of how rumors get spread by basic betches like you. So I talked to him about the false rumor you spread about me being a prostitute. His response "well it could have been a compliment." And I responded it could be a compliment, if that is what that person has invested their time and life into becoming. But a lie is a lie...and when we call out lies it does not mean we are judging an industry or hating on it. I had to break this down to him in layman's terms he works in IT as backend developer.

What if a rumor was spread about you in the IT industry? The lie is you are a web designer (front-end developer aka prostitute). So now you are attracting clients who think you are a web designer (prostitute) when you know damn well you invested time into programming languages because it's your preference nothing against web designers (prostitutes) as individuals, as long as no individual web designer (prostitute) is spreading rumors about you being something that you are not ...the relationship is kosher you really don't give a f*uck what web designers (prostitutes) do they don't pay your bills and you are not paying theirs. You just know you are a backend web developer who programs computer languages and would like people to grasp this concept because its the mo fkn truth and thinking otherwise is playing with your money... so heck yes you are going to be irritated if people try to convince people on purpose that you are a web designer (prostitute).

Whether it is a compliment or not...why would anyone claim to be something they are not especially in this circumstance? Someone telling the truth about themselves and getting pissed off when correcting someone else's false perception of them does not mean they are throwing hate at a whole industry. If I know I am not gay and correct anyone who says that I am gay with I am straight...it's no hate towards that community of people. You just don't want to lick the same genitalia as your own...why you mad though crazy?

I would also say that even if the virgin backend developer looked like they were too attractive and dressed more promiscuous than the basic betch web designers (prostitute) who have already had sex with the whole office and then some. This does not negate the fact that the backend developer is still a virgin, who's a badass at programming languages and is choosing to never be a web designer (prostitute) and so would prefer to renounce the web designer (prostitute) title as to not be mistaken for a web designer (prostitute).

Anyway...So earlier today this man took me to the movies we saw John Wick. Spoiler alert at the end it reveals his wife's name which is Helen, we also met a Helen before the movie. The name Helen means light. I told the guy who is very much on the side of scientific only beliefs to look up the word Helen. Metaphorically...John Wick dies but finally after missing his wife for the past 3 movies (3 years) saw the light dies (ego death) ...anyone betting on this couple's resurrection??? (Raises hand)

Then we went to a Herbal Tea shop and a Botanical Garden. Then he surprised me with tickets to go kayaking, zip lining was closed. Basic betch please tell me you are having a better experience at this point? I mean I am going to be completely honest there are times I feel pretty vulnerable staying with random strangers who could at any moment decide to take advantage of my disadvantaged state (no home, no family, no friends, no money etc.) and rape, choke me out for running my smart mouth or treat me like a god damn slave...a risk I unfortunately have to take etc. But I think we both know when this energy switch fully takes effect...the positive favor & resources I get from doing so will not be the same for you. Why?

1. You are about to reap what you sow for others. (I do hope playing in my energy was worth it and somewhere in your delusional soul you decided to sow something nice regarding someone besides yourself for once) IT doesn't even have to be me honestly.

2. I told you to apologize to my man hoe smh.

3. You're not me...Haha.

Thank you basic betch for heightening my self-esteem. If not for you I would not have known I had haters because of my appearance. Apparently, I am attractive and a threat but didn't notice. You've helped train me well smh. Word of Advice: if you ever have the chance again maybe just ask for my beauty care routine instead of trying to kill me for looks. I have literally invested in beauty products from overseas for my friends struggling with specific skin issues before paying my own bills! Why? because I want them to feel beautiful too...

7 Original Kingdoms 7 original Tribes 7 original blood-types

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By the way basic betch I keep hearing you say things like "betch I'll never bow to you" and then you start calling out to Santa Muerte. I don't think you understand what is happening. Santa Muerte is my betch. Which makes you my betch now. Spiritual Rules 101: if a sacrifice is not sacrificed the spirit (Santa Muerte) must hand over the soul (basic betch) to the opposing spirit (yours truly). Which means you are being sacrificed now...not to Santa Muerte but to ME. Honestly, I am not here for bowing or bending of the knee like the tv shows you watch. I can give a sh*t about posers or what your knee sockets do. I'm here for pleasure. Do you know what pleases me? You suffering. Mucho Gracias Santa Muerte!

Your Soul is Bound to Me:

https://youtu.be/N59qMZfbeAM

(by the way when Samjaza fell (fleed) from Heaven the so called Angels that (fell) fled with him were Samjazas offspring. The spirit you have been serving is an offspring of Samjaza, it is not Samjaza. You should look up the word "flee" to help you figure out who is more like this "devil character "created by the human imagination. You all give Samjaza way too much credit). Smh.

All my Enemies be like:

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https://youtu.be/aJNxq0SlJEc - Dark Horse Katy Perry

Elias play with me again I'll let these sad dumb betches have you (including your fake a$$ wife mama). I swear to God. But also...proud of you for being brave.

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5/27/23

Update for Elias: Wolves are Symbolic

Teen Wolf - Alpha Scott

Not every dream you have about me dying is going to come true. Your Guardian Angel Raphael told me you need to hear from me (Don't worry, everything is going as planned) Also you should study "wolf packs" and think about if Melchizedek can reproduce all blood-types how they avoid incest.

The Melchizedek are The Wolves in Sheeps clothing...

(Wolves = Melchizedek disguised as Human aka Shapeshifters (meaning their features change don't think of what a chameleon is think of what a chameleon does).

The Originals: Haley

Also channeling a pregnancy...but it's really just prolonged ovulation. I don't release one egg per month, I release multiple eggs per month like 7-12 as I get older it will increase. As my eggs mature I produce more Hcg, which means I experience some of the symptoms of a woman experiencing a multiple pregnancy. God told me we will never have just one baby, it will always be Multiples (he keeps using the word "litter" ( God are you calling me a betch)? Keep that magic d*ck away from me Elias. Also our babies are smaller in size for example: I can carry 8 babies and look like I am carrying twins but they would still be healthy babies. Regular Human babies used to be small enough where it wasn't as painful and sewing needles were not needed to...sew your birthing parts back together. A miscarriage is possible by way of natural causes like poison in your food, a hit or knife to your stomach will do it... being separate for too long ...the babies would need both of us together in order to survive etc. common sense pregnant stuff. The babies also have an innate sense of who you are and respond to you as their father (Alpha) You would also turn them in my womb, if you sensed something were wrong with them (i.e an umbilical cord wrapped around ones neck) and you would be able to hear their heartbeats; however it would show as a phantom pregnancy on a sonogram. The pregnancy is also longer than 9 months...

This is a example of a past prediction coming to fruition basic betch God said he sent your tarot readings a$$ this message 2 years ago but you were too dumb and racist to listen...it's still the same message betch the truth is the truth no matter who it comes from...

https://youtu.be/YgtfKvCXG_s - The Empress is Pregnant

The virgin Mary and Joseph

The Melchizedek would like to debunk a myth. The so called Virgin Mary (female human w/holy spirit) did have sex with a so called holy spirit due to this so called spirit being housed inside the human body of the so called (male human) Joseph. This means Joseph had to stick his human d*ck inside Mary's human wet p*ssy and shoot up the club in order for her to conceive and give birth to a human baby. This baby would also be born with the Holy Spirit because it was born from the spiritual bloodline of the Holy Spirit (known as the Melchizedek) created from the God of Spirits.

Therefore, the Melchizedek woman is not currently pregnant because she has not yet been penetrated by any d*ck. Maturing eggs means her body is aligning with her spirit which understands divine timing; it is time for her body to prepare to conceive and carry what her spirit already knows how to do...which is carry the Melchizedeks man's demi-God children. It's like going through puberty (growing bust, wider hips, is that a butt?) and pregnancy symptoms she will experience with multiples all at once. This is so she doesn't die from those symptoms when she is actually pregnant.

This is also a time where God gives Elias knowledge and instruction explaining which child comes first, second or millionth and what to name him/or her and how to prepare for each child.

The reason God knew the children the basic betch tried to pin on Elias were not his, was because the Melchizedek man and Melchizedek woman were already married (under contract) and had these same children (spirit babies) in Heaven before being sent to Earth (what you call a past life).

This means God already knew these spirits turned human before he formed them in the womb...which means an alarm went off in heaven when God did not recognize this basic betches abomination offspring.

God was like "who and what the hell is that?" The same alarm would go off if the Melchizedek woman became impregnated by someone who is not Elias. Don't get excited...it's not happening you horny freaks.

(Note for Elias: You have a territorial gift that works through thought transference. It has the power to influence others based on what you are thinking or speaking. For example I noticed the guy I am staying with is starting to avoid me not in a bad way but not looking me in the eyes when I talk to him, very brief convos, he has a home office (he never leaves ) and he sent me a picture of himself outside working at a coffee shop 30 miles away. Last night i was laying on my sofa bed and he seemed to be pacing like he wanted to say something ... but when i looked up he dashed off to his room. Today he knocked on the door of a room I was in to see what I wanted from the grocery store and when I came out...maybe I was too close but he backed up turned around and started walking away before I could finish greek yogurt. I had to text him. I thought I did something wrong like insult him in some way, until Gabriel told me "it's you doing it because you are overprotective and jealous." I am flattered but do not think too hard about killing him ..he is a little weird but so was Sinbad remember him...(not a real threat). And I still made sure you knew I preferred you over him. And you're the only man i would let touch my tummy and not fight back ❤️

6/2/23

I've been in the house all by myself all day. When the guy finally came home he had vegetables in hand and started cooking. Then he offered me some and said ....it has no meat. I haven't seen him cook once since I've stayed here. And then...wait for it...he washed... the dishes. Smh. ELIAS.

If they cheat on you they are cheating on me

God has always told me if they play you they play me.. if they cheat on you they are cheating on me...

Did you cheat on my man hoe?

https://youtu.be/2OWKBxN0pp8

If you were going to be with him you should have just been with him. But when you cheated on him you were cheating on me and that's why I am beating the sh*t out of your soul and the doctors can't scientifically put their finger on why the f*ck you're going through what you're going through so fast. Cheat on me again!

And my man is not a punk he can turn into a beast when he finds out his love is being taken for granted.

https://youtu.be/se4dXWjanlE - How Was My Wife - The Last Boy Scout

And you're going to jail for not only sex trafficking other people's children but sex trafficking your own. Smh. (Get Her Out Of My Sight)

The Wolverine

https://youtu.be/-sqio1tiPGk -Wolverine Adamantium

https://youtu.be/0EHmElTUFqk - Samjaza mad he doesn't have the same DNA (Adamantium) as Adam . Anyone read the God Gene (yawn).

(What movies mimicking Bible characters? What a cover up...can this be proven by science alone??? Find out on the next episode of "humanity is blind)!" F*ckin actors.

https://youtu.be/booKP974B0k - She Wolf Shakira

Awakening Your Subconscious

Also pay attention to what or who God introduces you to, for example the security gaurd that introduced me to the man I am currently staying with keeps introducing me to friends she has that want to give me free self- defense classes. I.e Tai Kwon do, ju jitsu, knife throwing and some others.

God introduces you to things as a way to wake up your subconscious overtime and your body will gradually follow. So don't worry if you feel useless right now... whatever you need to know in order to do what you need to do is coming. (me rolling my eyes at God waiting on a paycheck... tired of working for free).

The Omniprescent Trait (according to Samjaza a trait he has not seen since Eviraah (Eve)..this trait cannot be passed down to your bloodline and you are right it's not fully developed but its developed enough to see through bulls*it thus far.

Anddddd as for the bounty hunter I keep intuitively picking up that is both in awe and in fear due to how smart I am for my age. Tell Samjaza, The God of Spirits would like to let him know... "he is behind schedule...pick up the pace" or i'll die of boredom. Both Melchizedek are now awake and aware.

Whats wrong? Do I not remind you of Marie (The Virgin Mary)? Am I too mouthy? We can talk about this and The Last Supper over a New Supper if you want. No hard feelings that you cut Marie up into tiny pieces, drained her blood into shot glasses when your energy harvest didn't work. (Sharpens knife...no hard feelings) And then hung Jesus on a cross after killing his wife... wife = weakness (thank you jezebel and samson)

By the way Muslims the prophet Muhammad had a successor his name was Bilal (another one bites the dust). You're welcome. (Don't worry this has nothing to do with skin color...we have white ancestors too were not racist...i mean come on Jews you really think Hitler attacked white people with dark hair and olive skin...(gee thought I saw a Melchizedek in the Jewish community... false alarm ...nevermind nevermind I have said too much).

Ginger Jasmine Lemonade Tea Anyone? I'm afraid if I spike them people will begin to fall asleep again... anyone else share that fear or are we turning blind eyes?)

When you serve it to the man you're staying with and he ask you how you got it to turn pink...

Me: Menstrual blood because that's normal right basic betch?

It's puree'd with mangos and strawberries (not menstrual blood for anyone lacking creativity...red acrylic paint would have been less poisonous).

When the man I'm staying with ask who I'm texting

Me: My Arch Nemisis playfully sings* if I ruled the world I'd free all my sons...

Him: Lol (you're so cute walks out the room)

Me:

Anyway...I'm going to go lie down and play. Ps3.

5/28/23

So I was going to add a photo of this black cat this man owns that likes to follow me around and likes to nudge me out of my sleep only to stare at me like I woke him up... Apparently it knows when I'm about to have a fainting spell or my heartrate is off (not from you basic betch its my hormones you hater dont want to give you any false hope). I used to be allergic to cats and salmon but not anymore.

But yeah if the basic betch had cats... I don't know how you can have a dirty house and have cats, you queef...don't even get me started on the litter box smell when you don't clean it and then on top of that you smelling like cat food (spoiled fish).

If anything upsets me about this situation. It's that Elias' family and friends thought this hoe would be a great candidate to replace me. I object!

No wonder you people failed you have horrible judgement and bad taste. Nobody thought hmmm...intelligence should be thrown into this kitchen magic.

God keeps trying to tell me it was heavy spell work you were under Elias, but I argue the fact that I think you would have had to fall prey and choose her as an option before any spell work was able to take effect.

I can't wait to hear your side of the story Elias. (Honestly, I rather hear it from you than tarot readings). You can be honest...I'm also not one of those women who need you to degrade another woman in order to feel attractive or good about myself. If the betch was pretty and socially acceptable looking by societies standards... before all of this and that is what caused you to choose her before that spell work hit ...it won't hurt my feelings.

I'm more worried about having to deal with the trauma she caused you...the first boyfriend I had in college had an ex cheat on him with his best friend and once he started a relationship with me he would always accuse me of cheating, would get really violent, stalk me, abuse was clearly in our futures because neither of us were going to be talking to each other crazy without getting in some sort of physical altercation (these hands betch). Once he even tried to make me feel bad for him because he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and different personalities. (I was like all 5 of those personalities are grown & have a job where they know how to not get fired by way of saying the right things to stranger, so whichever one would like to come out today can get these hands or vulgar voice box for talking or coming at me crazy). It took me 6 months on and off for 3 years (longest relationship ever) for me to realize this little boy was giving me breadcrumbs (treating me how he should have treated his concubine (ex hoe) when I deserved the mo'fkn bread shop. Which neither his concubine or I would ever see...thanks to his experience with that concubine erasing the idea and vision of that bread shop ever being a possibility. I was single for many years after letting him go and I had never planned to go back to anything like it. (Looks around at where I'm at... goddamnit)!

I say that to say, I have respect for you trying to do right by the basic betch and those children you thought were yours. But don't let the basic betch who did you wrong keep you from continuing to do right for the real one. Whether that be a lady pushing a shopping cart who ran over your toe and didn't even say thank you for holding the door...still hold the door for the next lady.

Honestly it's probably going to be your real wife chasing that lady down with a baby in hand like "doors don't hold themselves betch, you forgot to tell my man thank you!" ...and you owe him a toe apology!

The energy to hold that door was not free! wanker!

Before I met you and after the last ex I had before meeting you. I asked God to send me someone who doesn't just treat me with kindness, but treats others with kindness (even other women respectfully ofcourse). This was one for my favorite things I noticed about you at work...when women would come up to you swooning (rolling my eyes) and you were always kind to them even if I was sitting across from you. Even if you knew you were good-looking; your presence (spirit) had more value and that is why they kept coming back after you nonchalantly rejected the obvious crush.

I believe I met the real you...no matter how many people you have pretended to be in order to make others comfortable or fit it. You're my best friend and meeting you really healed me when I was in a dark place. So I wanted to return the favor.

(and now I'm crying faking hormones)

Elias I gotta go I left two yogurt covered pretzels in a small cup in this guys fridge and covered in in plastic wrap.

Guy: Why would you save two mini yogurt pretzels?

Me: I was full .

Guy: full?

Me: yes. Like not hungry anymore. So I'm saving it for later.

Guy: TWO MINI Yogurt Pretzels (shakes cup in the air)

Me: Well whats wrong? ...Don't be jealous..if you want one just say so! (blink blink)

Guy: 😒

5/31/23

Update For Elias:

(If you are not Elias and think this is psychobabble...nobody cares what you think... maybe you should mind your fkn business because your name is not Elias... you dumb losing life crumbling before your eyes betches)

Anyway...that basic betch is about to enter into a halfway house. Good for you...you coked up cauliflower pu**y concubine princess. (She now has genital warts dont worry, this was contracted after you left Elias. Unfortunately, she had to suck d*ck in exchange for spellwork and tarot readings; Damn, you all couldn't give her a few coins to go pay for spellwork? I did say don't help her but sheesh....I see how you treat your workers. I hope you're having fun being me guys....tough sh*t.

Poor concubine princess that is what Gabriel calls you; especially after your Mason family and Elias' wannabe wife mom decided to call on my Angel (Gabriel) in hopes that he would serve them. What did you all get instead? How are you guys feeling... I'm going to be honest I don't feel that great these days but I still tune in every now and then for a good laugh...you haven't failed to supply and appease my need for laughter yet. The argument you had the other day between family members the masons (polish Spaniards) VS. (African islanders) Hoodoo family it was a little racist but entertaining. You people should really upgrade your comebacks though. I felt like I was watching an Uncle Ruckus biopic from that show The Boondocks.

Meanwhile...I have begun the process of menstruating.

So apparently, I was not thinking when I was going to post a picture of the cat that likes to watch me sleep. I bet my enemies were dying to see that cat and use that picture. Poor cat probably would have started attacking me in my sleep... (I still have dumb moments too especially when I don't feel good) These maturing eggs are killing me...I usually clean this guy's litter box for him but the other day I couldn't it triggered nausea and then hyperemesis...finally he put the litter box in another room that wasn't mine and it stopped. (when you never really researched or cared about the topic of pregnancy and find out that pregnancy = anti-litter box)

Then today when I finally had energy to comprehend anything. I found out the guy spent his whole paycheck and I kind of cooked everything and he ate it so now we have to wait until his next paycheck to buy groceries. I wish he would have told me and I would have told him to save his money. And he started saying how he's not going to the gym to workout because lack of calories and so he's going to limit how much he eats but I can eat whatever I want... (people really don't know how to use their resources...he has the biggest bag of rice that I have ever seen in his possession and a cupboard full of herbs; Do you know how many rice flavors you can make?

Anyway so I started experimenting while he was working from home. And surprised him with Yellow rice, basil rice and made tortilla shells and pita bread out of flour mix and black beans. I also made lentils and potatoes into vegan patties. And used the flour to make a flat bread pizza. I like to meal prep. (I've come along way from catching the first apartment I had on fire...with cooking oil on the stove...not supernaturally a$$holes.) But then I started getting stomach cramps after over 8 hours of living in the kitchen and Gabriel told me I need to lay down. The guy asked me if he could rub my tummy and I was like I fortunately have hands to do that for myself...

Some of things this guy channels seems to be similar to the experience you may have had (Elias) with that basic betch. Only I am guessing she probably called you all kinds of worthless names when you started running out of money instead of using the remaining brain cells she has to try and make his life a little easier... You f*cked up betch. Smh. Now who's worthless...you played out succubus melanoma surprise concubine!

So the guy recently told me he wants to start a cookbook and wanted me to write down some recipes that he liked. I told him I would send some to him from my online cookbook (which is really a wedding gift to you but full of surprises like sexual ones) and he could write some of the food recipes I send down himself...(what do I look like your wife maid...I probably do lol)

Also the guy asked me what I thought about prenuptial agreements. If he were to ask me to sign one...?

After careful thought, I think it is wise for any marriage to sign a document that would make sure neither party is"homeless" or without any "assets" if a marriage were to end, like the basic betch. I think many times people within society follow trends without doing their own research adopting a false belief that prenups mean "your spouse doesn't trust you, if you "both agree" to sign a prenuptial agreement." In my opinion, a prenuptial agreement is expressing the exact opposite and means " if the marriage dies we both care enough about each other as human beings to make sure neither of us is broke as a joke and homeless, if one of us is secretly an undercover witch trying to kill the other for their land, money and energy." Right Basic Betch? It's like a death will for marriage. I mean if you plan on staying married wtf does it matter. What are you scared of? Why does it make you sad? What are your thoughts?

When you keep applying for jobs and God keeps denying your applications. God: Keep applying.. if you want to betch I said no. (you and me both basic betch)

I ask God all the time if I can get a job because I am tired of not having money of my own. I even applied to some jobs while I've been here waiting and God keeps telling me to stop playing games with him. But yesterday he told me to ask you Elias "what are your thoughts on me getting a job incognito?" This feels sexist by the way.

Not Everything Has to be Expensive...

You should also look up freecycle.com. I've received a lot of free stuff in good condition and have helped this man redecorate his home. Once, I asked for a tent and this freecycle gave me a 6-person tent never opened. Also gardening tools, herb vitamins unopened and unexpired, hardware tools...furniture etc. You just ask and people in your neighborhood give it to you for free if it's just sitting around collecting dust. I actually don't mind refurbishing furniture...not everything always has to be brand new...when I had my own apartment I painted my own drawers....

I like stuff like this: https://youtu.be/BtlbPqkgwGs - Acrylic Pour Painting Tables

that's probably why it's the rarest blood type...

So I just woke up to this guy telling me he's about to go give blood. And when I asked why? he said because I'm AB+ and I have one of the rarest blood types (but i know he's doing it for money). As a teaser I said "happy bloodletting and could tell I pissed him off...he's very sensitive, so I also told him it was very nice of him. (I heard God say: gullible)

Sometimes, I find it hard to have conversations with people about stuff like this as I have factored in that people do need blood these days for certain diseases and possible gunshot wounds and wars. But does anyone really know where most of that blood goes...especially if they keep running out (bioweapon trials?..no wonder you're the rarest blood type betch). Well, at least they stock the hospitals every now and then bet that donor list is moving slow though.

I was going to ask him if they give donors receipts or postcards some kind of evidence letting them know what type of bioweapon trial that blood was a part of or hopefully a meet in greet with the patient in need... which I guess is why many people like to tell people they gave it (how honorable of you). Good thing when those trains derailed contaminating water, they told people within the United States that they were about to get some of that contaminated water. Nobody ever lies. As long as people have been to some sort of college or have an astounding title ... it must be true.

I would also like to meet the patient in need because I don't just like word-of-mouth science...i like evidence. I want to see where that blood transfusion incision is on that sick human being and a copy of those rising blood levels notarized by a notary of my choice. But until I have a solution ... I'm just going to shut up. Happy Bloodletting.

Elias you're in charge now...

I have this book where I write down timetables of events and when they are supposed to happen for us. And God keeps showing me 3:33...numbers do not mean the same for everyone, but I finally looked in that book because I barely use it. And it says under 3:33 "Elias is the Head of Household." Congratulations. Just like you I am still waiting on legal documentation so don't worry you got this... be patient and follow your intuition.

You also have an Omniprescent Trait...

(Remember our first hug at work after 2 years of working with eachother we only hugged once...the night you left to go work from home)

My gift works in real time (past, present and future) yours is more of a preventive and works through taking action whether that be in real time or in your dream state. Exhibit A: My f*cking freedom. Some of your dreams are predictions and if you feel anxiety due to seeing death for example... there is some kind of way you can prevent it.

Dreams are often used for training your spiritual senses and creating an environment where you no longer feel anxiety or fear. This means not everything you see is going to happen but you have to learn the difference based on what God has told you or showed you. I used to have this dream where I was drowning and when I tried to call out for help....I would continously call out to a mother figure in this dream because she was the closest person in real time (waking life) that I believed could protect me

I kept having the dream repeatedly because I kept failing the test and even though I went to church I did not really believe in "Jesus Christ." I had to swap out the mother figure with Jesus Christ...I stopped having the dream thereadter because I passed the test. A few weeks later started studying more about the bloodline of Jesus Christ. This is called wrestling with God.

Your senses are going to heighten

Ears..

if they haven't already... I would reccommend you get some sleep aids to block out loud noises. It's really hard to sleep without them possibly because I was in shelters with other people and snoring...but it's also happened in single room hotels where I can't sleep because I feel like everything is louder than it should be...I can also hear frequency that other people can't hear and have looked kind of crazy asking past roommates if they can hear it...anyway this will eventually balance out.

Mood Ring Eyes

Your eyes will change colors but it's subtle and once it starts happening you can't control it. Different colors mean different things...the older you get the brighter. Scientifically you lose the melanin in your eyes and experience symptoms of iritis.Females later experience blindness for a short time and are more easily identifiable due to striking colors. I would reccommend getting some dry eye drops use your intuition and pick one.

Before my eyes started changing God would tell me over and over again intuitively. And I thought it was just my imagination. Then one day I was having a conversation with a woman at a shelter and she was like "do you wear contacts?" Three days later I left that shelter. But like I said it's very subtle most people don't notice.

I get really painful headaches do you...

Have you ever heard that theory... there are certain percentage of the brain not in use. This is God waking up parts of the brain you are not using. Usually I Identify these headaches when modern day medicine doesn't work...these headaches don't give a f*ck. So, try and sleep it off. I notice my eyes seem a lot lighter after these headaches as well once they started changing. Also, a lot of times I get energy surges which is just your "spirit" confirming something it can kind of feel like a prickly vibrating feeling going on in your head. Sometimes if I'm not paying attention in public, I will feel it and know to pay attention to my surroundings. Or if touch something or read a book and something resonates, I feel my spirit. It can be either confirmation or warning you of something...you would know based on anxiety. Once you start to become more fearless...you recognize anxiety as "don't do that" or "something in your environment is wrong." When you feel no fear even when you know you probably should because most people would be afraid "nothing is wrong" and you know nothing is wrong because God has allowed you to feel what anxiety and panic attacks feel like. Get it? God doesn't enjoy seeing you in pain or anxiety but if you don't master the feeling, you will fail a test in real life that will save your life. God loves you so much... welcome back to the team.

And don't be intimidated by me...think of me how you thought of me at work. I still walk really fast down hallways like someone is chasing me. And for the most part I am goofy asf naturally...no one would ever suspect I am surprisingly intelligent...sometimes I wish how smart I sound in my head would come out that way. Lately, I feel like it's hard to get out words and sometimes I stutter...yesterday i meant to say the word patties (as in I'm making patties) and it came out panties (soft h). And when I tried to say patties again it still came out panties. And the guy was laughing at me. Melchizedek do speak a whole different language than that on Earth. Moses wasn't stuttering, he was starting to speak his native tongue...which has some sort of accent. (I don't think patties to panties is the end of it. The more our subconscious awakens the more our body remembers.

Lastly Praying

Talk to God like he's your father. (not the deadbeat kind...although if you feel he's been a deadbeat tell him that he's not going to be offended.) Be honest. And unashamed because he doesn't care about what you've done as long as you don't repeat a cycle. He already knew you before you were born and adopted by your sorry a$$ adoptive mom only to use her as an obstacle course in order to crown you king one day. God already knew you were a baby gangster player which is why he chose you for this time period whether you believe it or not. So stop praying on your knees like a modern day slave peasant (no offense people)and turn on whatever music Playlist you want even it's vulgar and ask God what he thinks...praying is just talking. Its a back and forth conversation between you and God. Eventually you build a bond...where God has been paying attention to you not talking and knows you've been trying to keep all the murderous rage-filled thoughts and feelings to yourself to appear angelic and sinless. Eventually, if he hasn't already God is going to call you over...tell you to turn on a Playlist he feels like listening to and speak what you're thinking into existence with no filter. And then he's going to tell you to go to sleep while your angels and words wreak havoc on whomever pissed you off. (Ofcourse your level of anger/rage is also tested...so you won't wreak havoc on just anybody (innocent people matter) when you get the much more destructive gifts).

I hope this helps you.

6/1/23

Elias next time you hear from me it will not be on this blog. This blog has served its purpose. My mission is complete. Gods got you ❤ Use your intuition.

End Credit Songs:

https://youtu.be/9u14-QBPzSE - Pacify her - Melanie Martinez

https://youtu.be/QZp2biJul1c - Vegas- Doja Cat

https://youtu.be/FI0Rq9uDEZs - Halsey, G,-Eazy Tyler Grey Mary Jane Remix

https://youtu.be/2hq3jAO2Rbk - You Should See Me In A Crown ft Nicki Minaj

https://youtu.be/M42EoG1QPnU - Crossfire - Stephen

https://youtu.be/DDA5zMhIQ6A - Jealous - DJ Khalid & Chris Brown

https://youtu.be/amY-JAQch0E - Desperado - Rihanna

https://youtu.be/7xb0-anwAQs - Nasty - Russ

https://youtu.be/yUxM29bo2Dc - I Don't Get Tired - Kevin Gates

https://youtu.be/9xvSNAozKbw - That's All She Wrote - T.I ft Eminem

https://youtu.be/c3eY6FQOaqM - Coming Home - Skylar Grey P Diddy

https://youtu.be/UTK8torOylM - Lord of War

#Youtube

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Lessons of Addiction Recovery That Are Rooted In Psychology

When you hear the word “addict,” what comes to mind? A person on the street begging for money? What about a person slumped over on the train that hasn’t moved in the last two stops? Those are the stereotypical images that come to mind when we think of addiction. Many do not think of our neighbors, who drive a Tesla, recycle, serve on the Board of Ed, and have a house in Stratton. We may watch with admiration the vivacious woman who sets off jogging every morning when the sun shines through the window, not understanding that if her four walls could talk, they would paint a different picture. Current statistics tell the true story, which is that nearly 21 million Americans have at least 1 addiction, and less than 10% receive treatment.

Have you noticed how attitudes towards therapy and addiction treatment have been shifting as the millennial generation reaches adulthood? What was kept secret and “swept under the rug” by previous generations is now outwardly discussed, and engaging in mental health recovery and trauma work have become nearly as normalized as going to the dentist, the gym, or getting your nails done. While the stigma towards personal recovery work is changing, a stigma remains towards people with an active addiction, making it far less likely that they will receive the treatment they need.

A few years ago, I saw a post while scrolling through Facebook that said, “Why is Narcan free but insulin so expensive?” Under the post there were many comments that seemingly wanted anyone who was revived by Narcan to be burned at the stake. My takeaway from that post is the first lesson in addiction recovery, which is rooted in psychology: we must see people first. This begins with how addiction is talked about, and with being intentional about the language we use. People are not their disorders, they are people. A powerful shift is created when we identify someone with addiction as ‘suffering from a substance use disorder,’ rather than labeling them an ‘addict. For recovery to be accessible to all, addiction must be treated as an illness, not a fixed characteristic.

An essential lesson in addiction recovery rooted in psychology comes from the Rat Park study in the 1970s. Dr. Bruce Alexander conducted an experiment in which he put rats alone in a cage with two water bottles, one laced with heroine. The rat would choose the heroine laced water and later overdose. However, when the rats were in community with other rats and engaging activities, the rats would choose the regular water. Similarly, when humans are engaged in their communities and involved in activities, they are less likely to engage in substance use behavior. Humans are wired for connection, and humans love to be entertained. This study has always represented to me the power of peer groupwork like Alcoholics Anonymous, or the many groups available at LIFT Wellness, where individuals are brought together for community, connection, and understanding, thus alleviating the powerful urge to get core needs met through substances such as alcohol, restrictive or emotional eating, or other compulsive behaviors.

Perhaps the most important lesson in addiction recovery rooted in psychology is understanding trauma. Trauma is the number 1 gateway drug. Trauma can mean different things to different people; we like to say there are “trauma with a lowercase t, or a capital T.” Being a victim of abuse, not having access to healthcare and self-medicating, not being able to afford housing, generational poverty, bullying, rejection, or growing up with emotionally unavailable parents can cause adverse childhood experiences (ACE’s.) An estimated 20% of Americans who have a depressive disorder or anxiety disorder, also go on to develop a substance use disorder. To understand addiction, we must understand trauma and the ways in which people attempt to numb instead of heal. Rather than face repressed and difficult emotions, individuals will often choose to avoid their pain by numb with drugs, alcohol, overeating, undereating, overexercise, shopping, gossip, gambling, social media, tv, or video games. Many feel that if they were to still themselves and open to the wok of expressing their trauma, they would not be able to withstand the resulting emotions- and this is untrue. With a trusted support system, we are capable of feeling all of our true and real feelings, and releasing the bonds of entrenched generational legacies of repression, secrecy, and denial. Regardless of which model of addiction recovery one subscribes to, this work is at the root of recovery for all sufferers.

In closing, please remember that addiction comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, and tax brackets. To live as part of the solution, keep in mind that while empathy, compassion, and access to affordable healthcare and housing may not be able to take away trauma, these things comprise the start to a healing journey for all.

Contributed by Kimberly Neat, LPC, with Mary Dobson, LMFT, CEDS.

#addiction recovery #addiction #addiction treatment #mental health

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Humans are weird: Military Parades

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“What do you mean he is not here?”

Xinth had been well trained in reading human body language and judging by the aide’s reaction to his questioning he was terrified.

“Ambassador Fargo regrets that he couldn’t attend these trade negotiations, but he was called away to other matters.”

Xinth’s back quills began to vibrate as his frustration increased. In his mind’s eye he could see himself picking up the flimsy human by the throat and casually tossing them out the nearest window; but the more rational part of his mind kept his more savage urges in check.

The trade negotiations between their two peoples had been worked over for the past three months and the signing of which would create entire new power blocks on the galactic stage.

Xinth was particularly proud of his contributions as he had largely spent that time carefully negotiating his human counterpart Fargo into a corner. It appeared to be a fair deal on the surface, but only in the short term. After a single generation Xinth’s economic experts predicts that the new power blocks would begin to buckle under the new trading agreements and collapse. The resulting chaos would be the invitation Xinth’s people needed to send in security forces to “reestablish” order and eventually incorporate the blocks into his people’s government.

To distract Ambassador Fargo from the end goal Xinth had included some more obvious and a few well-hidden agreements that had given the appearance of the typical underhanded negotiations. Fargo, and more likely his staff, had spotted them and Xinth reluctantly appeared to remove them all the while protecting his true intentions.

Fargo’s absence now risked derailing the entire endeavor, and that was something Xinth would not allow so easily.

“What matters could possibly be more important than our trade talks?” Xinth remarked sharply.

The aide straightened themselves up before answering the question. Xinth noticed whatever they were about to say was giving them form of stronger resolve.

“The Emperor invited him to attend a parade.” The aide said.

For a moment the statement failed to register with Xinth’s mind. The pair of them stood in silence as Xinth blinked slowly.

“Invited…” Xinth finally muttered as he rubbed his eyes, “to attend a parade….”

“That is correct.” The aide replied.

“And he did not think it wise to decline the invitation?”

This seemed to surprise the aide who quickly shook his head. “One does not decline anything when it has come from the Emperor.” He said stoutly. “It would be best to think of it more as a kindly worded order, more than a pleasant request.”

Xinth wished he could argue with that logic, but on some level he was also impressed. Though he had never met the human emperor in person, he saw the mixture of devotion and fear his mere name inspired in their followers.

“The ambassador understands that this has been an inconvenience, but does offer a solution.” The aide continued. “He extends an invitation to you to join him at the parade, and at the end of the event he can complete the negotiations with you.”

Xinth’s head perked up at this. “How could I refuse such a generous offer; please, lead the way.” -----------------------------------

After a thirty minute flight in a luxury air car Xinth arrived at the parade grounds. The route it was taking was easily over twenty miles long stretching from the capital city all the way to the nearest spaceport. The emperor, along with much of the governing body that had been invited, was situated at roughly the halfway point of the parade.

Xinth had been led into one of the larger buildings overlooking the parade and ascended several flights. As the elevator finally came to a stop the doors opened to reveal a lavishly decorated room filled to the brim with notables.

“Ambassador Xinth, how good you could join us.”

Xinth had taken but a single step into the room when a voice called over to him through the crowd.

Pressing his way through the packed figures, Xinth saw Fargo approaching from the other side of the room. It amused Xinth that despite his high ranking status among human society that Fargo still needed to push past several guests as if they were in some sort of musical entertainment venue.

“Ambassador Fargo,” Xinth said with his best practiced smile, “it was only fitting to accept such a generous invitation.”

Xinth casually plucked a glass from a passing server and took a sip of it gingerly. Like all previous human drinks he had tasted before it was as bland and tasteless as ever, but Xinth judged it must be of some worth for the emperor to be serving it to his guests so made the attempt to look impressed by its quality.

“It’s good that you arrived now as the parade is set to reach its high point.” Fargo responded excitedly.

Something must have shown on Xinth’s face for his confusion as Fargo then motioned to join him on the nearest balcony.

Xinth stepped out of the room into the bright sun light and was met with a tidal wave of cheers.

Levels below on the street level each side of the road was packed with thousands of humans all cheering and celebrating as the parade went by. Looking upwards at the towering skyscrapers he could see similar throngs of people leaning out their windows or likewise standing on balconies of their own and letting loose a shower of crumpled up paper shreds of different bright colors.

“I dare say I have not seen a celebration of this kind before as ambassador to your noble people.” Xinth remarked; taking great effort to hide the sarcasm from his tone. A feat that succeeded as Fargo took the statement wholesale.

“It is not every day the average citizen can witness a military parade.” He replied before taking a sip of his own drink.

“A what?” Xinth remarked.

It was only then that the alien ambassador looked down towards the street itself and saw that it was lined with row upon row of human soldiers.

Each one was garbed in a freshly pressed green military uniform with strands of golden chain running from shoulder guards to breastplate. Marching in perfect step the collective boots treading upon pavement was loud enough to almost drown out the cheers of the gathered throngs.

Xinth’s eyes went wide slowly as he looked down the street and saw that it was packed to the brim with marching soldiers leading to the starport, while in the opposite direction were now arriving churning masses of military vehicles.

Gleaming tanks, trucks, support vehicles, armored personnel carriers and other military designed vehicles followed after the ground soldiers. The sunlight catching the barrels of their guns like the horns of a great beast of old while the heavy treads ground the pavement beneath them to dust.

“Is that not a bit excessive?” Xinth remarked as the vehicles passed by below. “The expense alone to repair it-“

“Will be nothing compared to what comes next.” Fargo interrupted.

As if to answer his statement the entire building shuttered for a moment. At first Xinth thought it was an earthquake until the shutter happened a second time, followed swiftly by a third and fourth. It was then that Xinth recognized the shutters as rhythmic footsteps just as a giant shadow came upon him.

Even at his current height the human war machine still towered over Xinth as it strode down the narrow street one heavy footfall at a time. The massive construct could barely fit down the street as its stride encompassed entire city blocks.

Xinth had seen and heard descriptions of the human war walkers, but to see them in person was an entirely different matter.

They were effigies of war humanity had forged in their image to carry weapons so powerful into battle they could annihilate entire cities with a single strike.

The war walker’s head slowly turned to face Xinth and he felt his blood run hot in fear. It was like facing down the god of death itself with nothing more than a spoon and the trembling sensations made Xinth’s drink fall from his hand.

A booming roar came from the things head as it continued by and Xinth was almost deafened by it before the built in noise cancelers kicked into life.

“They salute their emperor.” He heard Fargo remark, but Xinth could barely hear anything aside from ringing in his head.

“Most impressive.” Xinth said as he tried to make out the sound of his own voice once more. Fargo nodded in reply.

“They’d have to be given that they’re the emperor’s private legion.” Fargo said.

“Private legion?” Xinth asked.

“They are stationed here on planet and can be deployed on a moment’s notice if the emperor wishes.” Fargo continued. “They’ve got a waiting fleet in orbit as well ready to take them as far as Culbrook at the drop of a hat.”

Xinth said nothing at this but his mind raced. Culbrook was one of the soon to be designated power blocks the trade treaty would establish.

Looking at the rank upon rank of warriors before him, Xinth realized that humanity could deploy a faster reactionary force to the disputed power blocks than his own people could; which in turn jeopardized the entire underlying scheme of the treaty itself.

Humanity would claim the power blocks and there was nothing Xinth’s government could do to stop it. That was of course if the treaty was signed at all.

“After all of this we can sign the trading agreements and celebrate in true fashion.” Fargo said, dragging Xinth back to the present.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news then.” Xinth replied as his mind raced. “I regret to inform you that we will not be able to sign the treaty at this time.”

Fargo looked shocked at this development. “But I thought you were ready to sign today?” he asked as another war machine strode by and blared its war horn.

Xinth nodded in agreement. “We were, but shortly after I departed for hear I was informed of recent changes that have been requested; it is looking like we may need to start from scratch.”

“Start from scratch!?” Fargo nearly shouted but calmed himself.

Xinth waved away his concerns and put a calming hand on the human ambassador’s shoulder. “A problem for later,” Xinth remarked with a reassuring tone “let us just enjoy the parade and we can discuss these matters later.” -----------------------------------------

“It went as you planned.” Faro spoke. “They retracted their treaty and agreed to start from scratch.”

Emperor Lucas Petton said nothing but poured himself a cup of wine from a nearby pitcher.

He wore robes of such pure white that they seemed to radiate light itself from them with each movement and gesture the emperor made as he began pacing around his ambassador.

“Their plans have been halted for good.”

Emperor Lucas stopped his pacing and turned to face Fargo directly. He took a sip from his cup, collecting his thoughts, before speaking.

“Do you know the difference between chaos and opportunity?” he asked.

Fargo paused for a moment at the strange question but rallied quickly. “Chaos is circumstances dictating your actions, while opportunity is you actions dictating circumstances.”

“Well said.” Lucas said as he took another sip.

“When I learned of this alien’s plans for the new power blocks I was tempted to let it play out and take what I could.” Lucas admitted. “But then I remembered that I would be playing a part in a plan laid out by another.”

“Another, whose intentions were only made aware to me not by my skilled ambassador; but by one of his aides who had seen through the schemes.”

The door to the room opened and Fargo turned to see his aide stride in and bow humbly.

“I can explain.” Fargo began but Lucas casually held up a hand for silence.

“When my ambassador can no longer see between the lies, then I have no further use for them.”

Fargo’s eyes went wide as a pair of guards materialized from the darkened corners of the room and grabbed him. He struggled in their grasp, protesting their treatment of him and begging his emperor for forgiveness right up until he was dragged from the room and the doors shut once more.

Calmly walking towards the still bowing aide, Emperor Lucas took in the measure of the man.

“It seems I find myself in need of a new ambassador.” He remarked coldly as he finished his drink. “I think you shall do nicely in his stead.”

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #scifi #story #writing #original writing #Niqht Lord #niqhtlord01

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warrioreowynofrohan · 2 years ago

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Random Silm/LOTR fanfic snippet for my lil’ gremlin OC:

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King Eldarion did not use the palantír frequently; it showed present events only as from a great distance, and most things within Gondor and Arnor could be learned more effectively, if more slowly, from messengers on horseback. The glimpses it showed of the future were perilous and easily misinterpreted. But it was useful, by times, for watching the borders of his realm, and learning of any great changes or new threats before they reached his people.

It could no longer be used to communicate with others; the stones of Arnor had been lost, those of Osgiliath and Minas Ithil destroyed, and that of Minas Tirith was kept locked in the vaults of the tower, with only the former Orthanc-stone remaining for the King’s use.

Which was why he was startled, when using the Stone one afternoon, to find his visions interrupted by a dark-haired, grinning, unmistakably Elven face.

“Hi! How are you? I knew we could talk, even though everyone insisted we couldn’t! We ought to, we’re family, and I’ve never met a human before and I want to know everything about Gondor - ”

“Who,” said Eldarion sternly, “are you?” He focused his mind on the stranger with all the authority of the rightful owner of the Stone. “Identify yourself.” The being’s demeanour was far from threatening, and she looked youthful - though it was difficult to tell, with elves - but appearance could be deceptive or counterfeited, and a stranger breaking into use of the palantír and immediately seeking information on his realm could not be treated as other than a potential threat.

“There’s no need to be rude. We’re practically cousins, a bunch of times removed, and I just wanted to talk, because Middle-earth is fascinating and everything’s so boring here, and I haven’t done anything so I don’t se why you’d be mean and you’re giving me a headache - ” The stream of words was suddenly cut off by a look of abrupt realization. “Oh, right, because of Uncle Cel, but you don’t need to worry - ”

The face abruptly disappeared from the palantír as suddenly as it had appeared.

Eldarion scanned the palantír for hours more, but found no sign or trace of the intruder’s origin.

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Eldarion continued to consider the event for days afterwards. A being that was trying to learn of his realm and councils for ill might counterfeit a fair form, but would almost certainly try to display more gravitas, and would be unlikely to specifically bring up Celebrimbor, as he was increasingly certain she had. The juxtaposition of ‘Middle-earth’ and ‘here’ suggested that she was from Valinor, which was - unless someone reached through time from Númenor - also the most likely place where another palantír could exist.

And she certainly acted like a child. Though that in itself was strange; the Orthanc-stone, and the other stones in earlier years, were safeguarded as powerful and perilous objects, not left where anyone might run across them.

Nearly a week later, as he was again scanning the atone, a face appeared, but a different one. Still Elvish, but blond, male, older, and far more formal in address.

“I ask your pardon for the earlier interruption, King Eldarion. My daughter is eager and heedless, and frequently does not think through the repercussions of her actions. She meant no harm, and I hope she has not alarmed you unduly. She should never have had access to the Eressëa stone, but she is, unfortunately - ” he laughed ruefully - “rather cleverer than most of us. ”

The elf looked tired, reminding Eldarion of how himself had looked when his children were aged one and three. Eldarion felt inclined to believe him, but he could not operate solely on trust.

“Will you, then, identify yourself? And her?” He merely asked, and did not attempt compulsion this time; he had an inkling that it would not have succeeded.

The elf’s expression became awkward. “I suppose I must, though I would prefer you not to pay too much heed to it, and to think of me only as a father with an errant daughter. You would know me as Finrod Felagund.”

Eldarion’s mind went almost blank with shock. He looked instinctively down at his hands, at the ring on his finger -

Finrod Felagund. He was speaking with a legend. He was being apologized to over, apparently, a childhood prank by a legend.

“My daughter is called Mischief - an epessë of course, but you can easily see how she acquired it! She is still young, in your terms about fifteen, and has a great interest in everything, both within and outside our borders. We in Valinor had no intent to contact you or to interfere in your affairs, but after her actions an explanation seemed like the least harmful of choices.”

#tolkien #the silmarillion #fanfic #snippet #finrod #my oc #eldarion #i don’t know where to go from here but i think she’d def call gondor and freak people out #it just seems like her #the oc is a daughter of Finrod born in the fourth age #the lord of the rings

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runnning-outof-time · 3 years ago

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To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 18

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: After recollecting their trip to America, Celia meets someone from her past, who’s presence in Birmingham is a shock to her. The person’s interest in Tommy makes Celia’s stomach do flips, and she seeks comfort from a friend after Lizzie spitefully tells her that Tommy’s arranged a last minute sleepover.

Warnings: language, drinking, smoking, sexual situations (PG-13 rated), mentions of prostitution

Word Count: 3760

A/N: we’re stirring the pot more with this one. Enjoy!

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Celia and Tommy became inseparable in the weeks after their trip to America. They just couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Even after Grace called Tommy on the day before they were set to leave, telling him that she wanted to meet each other so that they could 'catch up', and also so that she could explain her son to him. Tommy told her that he had no interest in meeting her and that over the phone was as good a way as any to have her explain herself. Turns out that Clive also had a man named Thomas who was an influential figure in his life. Grace went with it...she never really got over Tommy and used the name as a form of closure. The call finished with her once again attempting to get him to meet her. Tommy rejected the offer again. His love for Celia was stronger than his desire to get answers to the questions that this woman left him with a few years ago.

Now back to Tommy and Celia being unable to physically separate themselves from each other. One moment between them that stuck out in Celia’s mind regarding the topic was when Lizzie walked in on them while they were in his office.

Celia had been able to leave the tailor's early one day, so she decided to go see what Tommy was up to. She made her way to the betting shop, greeting the men at the door as she walked past them, because they now knew who she was and no longer gave her a fuss. She then moved back to the offices before going to knock on Tommy's door, not even bothering to address Lizzie, who was sitting there with a glare on her face.

"Come!" he called for whoever was outside, signalling to Celia that she could enter the room. Tommy's eyes lit up once he saw her, his partner being the last person he was expecting on the other side of the door. "Hello, Celia," he smiled as he greeted her.

"Hi, Tommy. How is your day going?" she asked him, going to sit in one of the chairs that were across from his wooden desk.

"It's just gotten better," he remarked, making her cheeks heat up, "how come your here right now?"

"Walter gave me the go ahead to leave early. Figured I'd come drop by and see how things were going before going back to my apartment," she responded to his question, a smile on her face. "Have you been busy?" she asked him then.

"Fairly. A bunch of paperwork just came in, so I've been playing catch up," Tommy responded, his eyes trained on Celia as she stood from the chair to move over to where he was sitting.

"Is there any way I could help you?" she questioned, a glint in her eyes as she focused on him.

"I can think of a few ways," he nodded with a smirk. Celia knew that none of those ways actually involved the paperwork.

"Tell me how I can help you," she rephrased her previous statement, moving even closer to him.

"Come here," he breathed, motioning for her to come to him, and she listened sitting astride his lap then. His hands went to rest on her thighs as hers sat on his shoulders. "Better," he whispered as he tilted his head to look up at her, their lips meeting shortly after. Celia moaned into his mouth as their lips met, making him grunt underneath her before he stood up with her in his arms, sitting her on his desk then. She kept her hands fastened to his shoulders then as he bunched the material of her skirt up around her hips, giving him access to what he needed. She whimpered as his lips moved to her neck, his kisses creating a fire under her skin, increasing her need for him.

"I've got some of that paperwork finished like you asked, Tommy, I just need you to, oh..." Celia and Tommy were so engulfed in each other that they didn't hear the door to the office opening, or his secretary stepping in. In fact, it wasn't until she gasped that Tommy pulled his lips away from Celia's now exposed chest.

"Can't you fucking knock before you come into me office, eh, Lizzie?" Tommy snapped, frustration in his voice.

"I don't usually knock, Mr. Shelby," Lizzie responded, and Celia didn't have to look at her to hear the jealousy in her tone.

"Well when you know that someone has come into my office to discuss business, you should fucking knock," Tommy reprimanded her, making Celia bury her face into his neck to hide the embarrassment that was surely clear on her face.

"This is hardly business," Lizzie the remarked, a bit of a snarky tone laced into her words.

“Just leave the fucking papers on the table by the door and get out," he ordered her, and Celia could hear the papers being sat down just before the door closed. "'M sorry 'bout that, love," Tommy finally spoke to Celia, breathing out a sigh as he spoke.

"It's not a problem," Celia shook his apology off, sighing though as he stepped away from her, fixing himself up then. She tied up the lacing that held together the top of her blouse before she shimmied her skirt back down her legs. Tommy held out his hand for her and helped her back onto her feet from where she was sitting on his desk. "I'll just be seeing you later, correct?" she checked with him, the glint back in her eyes making him chuckle.

"Yes, ma'am, you will," he nodded his head with a grin, leaning down to kiss her lips before she moved from behind the desk. "Is that all you wanted?" he asked her as she moved towards the door.

"Yes, it was...since I can't be of any other help. I might as well let you get finished with your work for the day...so you can come home sooner," she said the last part of her sentence in a lower voice, but he still heard her.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Miss Farraday," he nodded his head, biting on his cheek to try to contain his grin.

"Yes, you will be, Mr. Shelby," she grinned at him, feeling his eyes on her figure as she moved to the door.

Lizzie had something to say to the woman exiting her boss' office, her mouth opening just as soon as Celia shut the door, "you finished up in there pretty quickly," she remarked, a grin on her face.

Celia had had enough of her, her presence being the sole reason why she still wasn't in there with Tommy right now. "How would Tommy respond if I told him you were talking to his partner like that, eh, Lizzie?" she bit back at her, watching as the woman’s face drained of any confidence that she held, her mouth opened slightly. "That's what I thought," Celia nodded her head before going to leave the shop, a satisfied grin on her face.

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It was towards the end of the day, and Celia was on her way to the Garrison after finishing up her job at the hospital. She was hoping that Tommy would be there, being that she hadn't seen him in the past few days since he was needed in London for urgent business. She got to the establishment's doors and stepped past the first one, her stride stopping when she saw what was going on in front of her. Tommy was standing with May Carleton a few feet from him, and her hand was currently resting against his arm that was propped up against the bar. How Celia knew this was May without even being introduced to her yet? Well...May was part of her past. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pulled open the final door that separated her from them and (tried to) confidently walk over to where they were standing.

"Celia!" Tommy greeted her with a smile when he noticed her entrance. She was more worried about the woman standing in front of her man, whose hand was still on his arm. "'S nice seeing you, love."

"Hi, Tommy," Celia smiled, and May finally dropped her touch when she slotted herself into his side, his arm immediately going around her waist.

"How are you?" Tommy asked then, not thinking of much as he leaned down to press a kiss to her hair. Celia watched May's eyes widen slightly as he did so, and it made her feel the slightest bit accomplished inside.

"I'm well," Celia nodded to him, her eyes focusing on the woman in front of her then, "how have you been, May?" she came out and asked her. It was now Tommy's turn for his eyes to widen, unaware that the two women knew each other.

"Celia Farraday? I thought that was you. I'm doing well. Tommy, here, entrusted me to train his horse for the derby," May smiled as realization filled her features.

"He's told me that he's entered her in the derby. He's spoken praises about you and said that you'd have her ready to win," she smiled then, trying to make small talk so that her jealousy wouldn't show through as it was still present inside of her. Tommy, on the other hand, was still dumbfounded.

"I hope that is the outcome," May nodded her head, looking between Celia and Tommy then. "How long have you been back in Birmingham?" she asked curiously.

"I've been here for about just over a year now. My grandfather on my mother's side was very ill and my mother wanted to see him before he passed, so I joined her and my father on the trip."

"So uncle Joe's still here?" she questioned, but Celia shook her head.

"He moved back to America about a month ago," Celia disclosed.

"But you've stayed?" May pointed out.

"It's hard to leave the person you love," Celia responded, glancing up at Tommy, who smiled softly down at her.

"Oh..." May gasped slightly, a look of realization on her face that made Celia smile smugly. "So you two are..."

"Yes," Celia responded bluntly before the woman could even finish her sentence. Tommy was grinning now because he had finally sensed the jealousy that Celia had inside of her. It was obvious that she was trying to stake her claim on him. Tommy found it adorable.

"Oh, well I was just telling Thomas about how his horse was doing, and I suggested that maybe he come see her some time soon," May then explained the reason behind her presence in Small Heath.

"I'm sure he'd love to do that," Celia nodded in agreement, confusing Tommy once again. Did she want May around or not?

"We'll have to set up a meeting then," May stated, her eyes on Tommy as she spoke.

"I will see when I'm around the area next. Been doing some business out that way," he stated, as always not delving into the business he had gotten himself into.

"That's good to hear. I should be heading out. It was nice seeing you, Celia," May then nodded in her direction, a smile on the older woman's face. "Tommy, I'll be seeing you soon," she sent Tommy a look then, and the nerves of Celia's that had been since calmed were now frazzled once more. Did she not just listen to what Celia had said?

"Goodbye, May," Celia smiled for the both of them, the other woman then turning and walking out of the bar then.

"I didn't know you knew May Carleton," Tommy stated once it was just the two of them then.

"Well it was actually May Fitz when I saw her regularly," Celia stated, fiddling with the edge of her blouse, "she's my cousin. A daughter of my aunt on my father's side. That's why she was asking about him," she explained, "my aunt actually started the horse training business that she calls her own now."

"Maybe I ought to just call up your aunt then," Tommy stated. Celia smiled sadly.

"She died ages ago," she came out and told him about her aunt's fate.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he really didn't know what to say to that.

"'S alright, Tom," she gave him a smile to let him know he was forgiven. How could he have known anyway?

"Do you want something to drink? Finn and Arthur are in the snug," he stated then and she nodded, accepting the glass before he led her into the snug where she was greeted with hellos from the two other Shelby brothers that were present.

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Celia was sitting with Polly and Esme in the main room of the betting shop. It was closed for the night and the ladies were busy with the books. Celia had been helping out with the books since she had become more engrossed in the involvements of the Shelby family. They didn't mind the extra help though, and it so turned out that she was quite good at balancing the books.

"So I found out the sex of the baby at my latest appointment," Esme spoke up as they were working.

"Yeah? Was I correct in saying that it's a girl?" Polly questioned, perking up to hear if her gift still rang true.

"Yes, Pol, you were right. It's a girl," Esme smiled at the older woman as Celia just about shrieked in joy from her other side.

"That's great, Esme! Oh wow, she's going to be so loved!" Celia started rambling, feeling so happy for her friend, "I'm going to make her something. That way you can tell her that it was made the second it was found out she was a girl," she then grinned at Esme, who had a wide-eyed look on her face. Maybe Celia was acting a little too excited.

"You know, Celia...you and Thomas have been holding each other differently since you've returned from America," Polly stated, changing the subject of conversation completely so that Celia was now in the hot seat.

"You think so? We had fun there. It was a great trip," Celia looked at her with an bright expression her face. Of course she stayed mum on the finer details of the trip, but she should've known that Polly knew her secret without having it be told to her.

"You two are fucking now, aren't you?" she asked, her chin resting on her hand as Celia's jaw dropped. Esme was now keeled over in laughter, and Celia didn't know what to say, her cheeks turning a furious shade of red. That was all Polly needed for a confirmation. "Men and their cocks never seize to amaze me," she stated then, shaking her head.

Before anything else was said, the doors to the offices opened, revealing Lizzie. "Figured you ladies would want to know...Thomas rang. He's decided to stay the night at May Carleton's," she spoke, a grin on her face as her eyes settled on Celia, almost like she was waiting to see how the woman would respond to that. Without hearing a response, she nodded her head and turned, shutting the doors as she moved back into the office.

"Excuse me, ladies," Celia then said as she stood from the table, walking to the doors that had just been shut. She then opened them, surprising Lizzie who was already sitting back at her desk, "Look, I don't know what your problem is..."

"Excuse me?" Lizzie cut her off, a shocked expression on her face as her hand moved to her chest.

"I don't know what your problem is, but this shit between you and I has got to stop. I know you're jealous because I'm with Tommy. I know that the two of you used to fuck. I know that the only reason he gave you this job was because he wanted you to get out of the life, but this jealously act does not suit you well," Celia went on her rant, stopping briefly to check if she was still being followed before she continued. "From the second I met you, you've been nothing but rude to me because of my involvement with him, even though I have not given you a single reason to act that way. I would like to know why you keep treating me like this," she finished, letting out a deep breath after saying her final words.

"What you have with him isn't going to last. Thomas isn't one to commit himself to anything, let alone a single woman, for long," Lizzie stated, her voice sounding as if Celia had struck a chord with her. She hoped she did.

"Maybe he just couldn't commit himself to you," Celia said back, without an ounce of remorse in her voice. Lizzie didn't know what to say to that. "Look, you're going to be seeing me around here, and whether you like it or not, I'm not going to be leaving for a very long time."

"You sound so sure," there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"I am sure," Celia stressed her words with a nod of her head.

"That's surely what Grace thought...where is she now?" Lizzie pointed out.

"Grace left. She went to America. I'm not going anywhere," Celia stood steadfast on her standpoint.

"Oh but you will...his lifestyle will get to be too much for your innocent self to handle, and you'll leave him, just like she did. And I'll be left to pick up his pieces again," Lizzie was still grinning, "or he will become tired of you...maybe he already has. That's why he's staying at May's tonight, right?"

"Fuck off, Lizzie," Celia bit back at her statement, moving to leave the office before Lizzie could get out another word.

She took a deep breath to compose herself then before walking back over to where Polly and Esme are sitting. "Don't mind her, Celia. She wants what you have...doesn't do well with change," Polly stated, knowing exactly what happened behind those closed doors.

"It doesn't help that she's such an important part of the company and that she's always here," Celia huffed, slumping down in the chair.

"She'll come around when she notices she can't be with him anymore," Esme assured the woman sitting next to her, making Celia send her a soft smile.

"I think I'm going to go now. It's getting late," Celia stated after they had been working on the books for a bit.

"Ok. Be safe, love," Esme called out as Celia went to exit the betting shop.

She needed to talk to someone. Her mind was racing from all of the ambiguity surrounding Tommy's business dealings, and although in her heart she believed that he would be faithful to her, her mind was playing tricks on her, like it always did. So instead of going to her apartment, she went to Sophia's home, where she hoped that she and her husband hadn't gone to sleep for the night. She gave it a try and knocked on her door, breathing a sigh of relief when Sophia appeared on the other side once the door had been opened.

"Hello, Celia. Is something wrong? You don't usually show up to my house this late," Sophia stated with furrowed eyebrows, opening the door further for her to come in though.

"Thanks for letting me in. My mind's just racing and I know it won't do me good to be home by myself," she stated as she walked into her friend's living room. "Hello, Ben," she then sent a smile in Sophia's husband, Benjamin's direction. He sent one of his own back in response.

"Isn't Tommy home?" Sophia asked, the two ladies sitting next to each other on the couch then. Celia shook her head, and Sophia immediately turned to Ben, "honey, could you please go upstairs? We need to talk about women things," she told him.

"I won't be long," Celia assured him, and Ben nodded, kissing Sophia's cheek before he went up the steps. "Tommy had to go to London for business. He's made a stop at May Carleton's and he's staying the night there," she explained Tommy's whereabouts once they were alone.

"May Carleton...the horse trainer?" Sophia asked then.

"The horse trainer and my cousin," Celia nodded, making her friend's eyes widen.

"Cousin?"

"Yeah. I didn't know until I saw her. She uses her married name even though she's been widowed," Celia clarified. "I know in my heart that he'll be faithful, but my mind won't get on the same page."

"That's a tough thing. Especially when your mind's the thing talking to you all the time. When is he due back?" Sophia asked then.

"Well he was due back tonight, but since he's now extended his trip, I guess he'll be returning tomorrow," Celia told her, watching as she nodded her head.

"There isn't much you can do now. Worrying isn't going to help you at all, you just have to hold on to what your heart's telling you," Sophia gave her some advice. Celia nodded and the two sat in a comfortable silence. "I'm sorry there isn't much more I can say to you," Sophia spoke again, but Celia waved her off.

"It's alright, Soph. You've helped me greatly. I've just got to stop listening to the stories my mind's making up," Celia responded, nodding as she spoke.

"It'll be a feat for sure, but I know you'll be alright. I've only gotten glimpses of you and Tommy together, and from that alone I was able to see that man's feelings for you," Sophia said then, pulling her friend into a hug after she finished speaking.

The two smiled at each other after they pulled away. "I'm going to go now. Ben's waiting for you upstairs," Celia stated while standing from the couch.

"Be safe, CeCe. I'll see you at work tomorrow," Sophia smiled, standing as well. They said their goodbyes and Celia left the house, now heading for her apartment.

Once she arrived, she entered and went right to her bedroom, changing into some night clothes before she situated herself on her bed with a book. She tried to focus on the words but couldn't stop her mind from wandering to what Tommy could possibly be doing right now. She hoped that her heart was right.

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 4 years ago

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Imagine being Azula’s friend but secretly dating Zuko behind her back

One of the first things you and Azula bonded over was your annoying brothers. Azula told you how her brother had stolen one of her best friends away from her and you related to that. Your twin brother was none other than Sokka of the water tribe, who was also very popular with women. Most of the women you knew liked him, from Yue to Toph to Suki to Ty lee! It sometimes felt like you were the second attraction in a friendship and so you and Azula quickly became close over your shared frustrations.

Then....you betrayed her.

Well, betrayal is a bit dramatic but maybe not given how upset she'd been when Mai and Zuko started dating. You knew that had been hard for Azula to process. How difficult it had been wondering if her friends really liked her or just wanted access to her brother. So when you started liking Zuko you didn’t plan on acting on it at all. Then Mai broke up with him.

Zuko was around at yours quite often, whenever he visited the water tribe he stayed in your home and when you visited the fire nation he extended the same hospitality. So throughout the years, you just naturally got closer and closer until....it happened. You started hanging out just the two of you and these occasions felt very date-like until Zuko just outright asked you out. You liked him and told yourself one date was fine, what harm could a single date do? But then as you kept seeing each other and one date soon progressed into many many more you knew your time to do the right thing and tell Azula you were dating her brother was approaching.

However the idea of doing that idea terrified you. You guessed Azula wouldn’t take it well and didn’t want to lose your friendship with her because of your relationship with Zuko. You wouldn’t break up with Zuko just to make her happy but you also didn’t want to lose Azula’s friendship, so when Katara’s birthday arose you were fairly nervous. There was going to be a large party and all of Katara’s friends were coming...which included Zuko and Azula. You hadn’t been together with everyone since you and Zuko started dating so you had no idea how it would feel. The whole time you and Zuko would have to convincingly act like you weren’t a couple and not make anyone at the party suspicious of the two of you. So when Zuko’s ship got in you fixed your eyes on Azula and tried not to stare at him any more than usual. You greeted him formally and didn’t admire him as you usually would. You fell in step with Azula and decided just to focus on her. It wasn’t hard, you were best friends and very close...however fate was not on your side. You got seated across from him at dinner which felt like some sick punishment and struggled not to get lulled into conversation with him. It didn’t help that Zuko was in a playful mood. He kept making comments about the things you’d done on your date and then sending you sly looks across the table. When you met his eye he smirked blatantly and you lightly kicked him under the table. That only made Zuko chuckled and look adorable so you sighed and decided to just keep your eyes down the whole time to survive dinner.

However, Zuko had no intention of stopping his teasing. After dinner you set about preparing the party for Katara tomorrow and having sent Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Toph on their assigned jobs turned to your job of decorating. You were hanging streamers in the living room when you felt a hand curl around your waist. “Need some help there?” Zuko asked moving closer and he leaned up over you to hang it. “I could have done that myself” you smiled turning to face him and Zuko shrugged “I know you could’ve, but then I wouldn’t have been able to do this”. Zuko gently kissed your neck trailing down to your collar bone making you sigh. “Zuko...stop” you said faint heartedly and Zuko sensed that smirking "I don’t want to and you don’t want me to either, I can tell by how softly you said my name" he smiled "it’s been so long since we’ve had any time together". Your skin erupted in goosebumps and a shiver went down your spine as Zuko pressed closer against you. But you knew how badly this could end if literally anyone walked in. So swiftly you grabbed Zuko’s hands and twisted your way out of them. You held them tightly in one hand so he couldn’t try and slink around you again and used the other to make him look at you "Zuko we can’t okay, not on this trip. God knows i want to, i’ve missed you too but there’s too much that could go wrong i’m sorry". Zuko sighed but nodded his head "don’t worry i understand". Zuko’s shoulders sagged and you knew your insistance on keeping this quiet was difficult for him. "Thank you for understanding" you said hugging him quickly "i know it can’t be easy for you and I appreciate the effort you're going to for me". Zuko smiled resting his head on top of yours "it’s fine, i’d do a lot more for you if you asked but promise me it won’t always be like this....we will tell everyone soon?". You gulped but nodded pulling away "i promise, i will tell Azula...soon!". Zuko nodded “I believe you” and let his hands drop away from you. Not a moment later Sokka and Aang appeared in the room making the two of you jump. “Zuko just the man we need! We were thinking of making an ice sculpture, fancy some fire bending?”. Zuko nodded “sure” and with a last glance to you left the room.

Hours later the party preparations finished you returned to your room which you were sharing with Azula for her visit. “Sokka made me blow up balloons” she said angrily “something about fire benders being full of hot air”. You smirked at your brother’s nerve when Azula’s next sentence wiped it off your face. "Also I think Zuko’s dating someone again" Azula said softly and you paused. "Ow really?" you asked and she nodded "he’s been spending a suspicious amount of time in the southern water tribe lately. Lots of visits which he claims are diplomatic but I can’t work out what he actually does here! He doesn’t know that many people and so it got me thinking, y/n do you think your brother and mine....". "No Sokka's still with Suki" you said shaking your head. Azula sighed “and it’s obviously not Katara, she and Aang are basically married, have you seen him hanging around anyone else? He doesn’t know many people so it should be easy to spot". You paused pretending to think but were really just trying to buy yourself time. "Honestly i don’t pay much attention to him when he visits" you said cleverly covering your back "but i will from now on and let you know". "Thank you y/n" Azula smiled. You smiled back relieved Azula didn’t suspect anything and let out a large breath you’d been holding for this entire conversation. You were now more than ready for sleep and got into bed hurriedly. You laid your head on your pillow and closed your eyes utterly exhausted.

"Goodnight y/n" Azula called and you nodded. You were very sleepy and after a long yawn smiled "good night Zuko".

You realised the name you’d said seconds after it came out of your mouth.

You froze

As did azula.

"Did you just call me Zuko...". You blinked "did i? I’m sure i said Azula". Azula was quiet for 2 seconds before she shot up "it’s you!" she cried "you're the one my brother’s dating!". "No Azula that’s crazy!!! We'd just been discussing Zuko, that’s why he was on my mind!". Azula shook her head "you're lying! I can tell by the tone of your voice! You’re the new girlfriend aren’t you?". You sighed "Azula i’m sorry i was going to tell you...". "I can’t believe you" Azula yelled and suddenly the door opened. "What’s wrong?" Sokka and Zuko asked bursting in “we heard yelling” and Azula glared. "You! Couldn't just have Mai huh? Had to take another one of my friends? How about when you’re done with y/n you try things with Ty lee?". "Ow she told you...." Zuko frowned awkwardly. "No i worked it out!” Azula spat “Y/n accidentally uttered your name because she’s so lovesick" Azula cried "you both make me sick" and she strode away slamming the front door hard as she exited the house.

After Azula left you all looked at one another unsure what to do or say next. "So...you two are a thing?" Sokka asked and Zuko paused "yes...is your reaction going to be as bad as Azula’s or can i go deal with her?". Sokka shook his head "go deal with her before she burns the village down”. Zuko went to move past Sokka when your brother put a hand to his chest "but come back and see me after, me and Katara will want to talk to you about dating our sister". Zuko surprisingly looked intimidated and nodded "I'll be right back". "Zuko wait i should come too" you called "this is as much my fault as yours". Zuko nodded "let’s go" and led you outside into the cold night after Azula.

You found Azula trekking in the snow and as she wasn’t in proper shoes you gained on her quickly. “Azula!” you called and she jumped. She looked around and glared “ow look the happy couple, how nice of you to grace me with your presence”. Zuko rolled his eyes “only you’d be so attention-seeking to make this about you”. “Attention seeking? Who’s the person who can’t form his own friendships or respect boundaries? No always have to date my friends, is it some weird way for you to gain power over me? A sad way to boost your ego?”. As Zuko and Azula went to square up to each other you stepped between them. “Alright enough the both of you! Zuko please go back to the house, i’ll handle this”. “But she...”. “Zuko please” you said sharply and he nodded “fine” and with a glare left. You watched him go before turning back to Azula. You’d been about to suggest you go home given that Azula was surely freezing out here in the middle of the night but Azula broke into a rant. "Everyone leaves me for him" she cried "Mai! My uncle! Mother! Even my father...after i was smarter, a better fire bender, more loyal and younger he still gave Zuko every little chance and only crowned me after Zuko literally ran away! When will i be good enough people don’t just choose him without a second thought for me?". "Azula i didn’t choose Zuko over you! Just because i like Zuko doesn’t mean i don’t like you still". "That may be true but this changes our friendship completely, it did with Mai! People always prioritise their partners over their friends so i’ll be second best once again". "Are you kidding?" you asked "Azula now i need you more than ever! Relationships aren’t when you ditch your friends, they’re when you need them the most! Who else are you going to go to for a break or a nice getaway? Who else is going to support and love you in only the platonic way a friend can? Who else can i complain about Zuko to when he annoys me or we fight?" you asked "they’re all things you need your friends for! Desperately and that’s going to be the same for me". "But when Mai dated him...". "But i’m not Mai" you smiled softly "Azula we are good friends, i won’t sideline you because of this. You mean just as much to me now as before i started dating Zuko". Azula huffed but you could see her melting. "So...how about we go inside, get some warm milk and talk a bit more about this huh?". You offered Azula your hand and she took it but she didn’t stop there. Azula threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. "I’m partly doing this for the cold but thank you" she said softly "nobodies ever tried to make me feel supported when they've chosen Zuko, they just tell me to deal with it but you’re the first to try and reassure me and so i know you mean it, to still be my friend". "Of course" you smiled "you're my best friend!". Azula smiled and linked her arm through yours "i like that!”.

Zuko stared in awe as you and Azula returned grinning. "How did it go is everything okay?". You nodded "your extremely cool sister is fine with it". "Yes i thought this would be a great way to have an inside scoop on you zuzu". "She’s kidding i won’t talk to her about you...a lot". Zuko blinked "okay if everything's okay then i should go speak to Sokka and Katara, they’re waiting for me in the kitchen". Azula smiled "that’s a good idea, when you come back zuzu find me, i have some threats about what will happen if you hurt my best friend". You smiled at Azula and stepped to Zuko "good luck but don’t worry Sokka’s all bite, Katara’s the one to look out for but she has a big heart, just tell her how good a time we’ve had and you’ll be fine". "Good tips, any for my sister?". You smiled "Azula is one i have not worked out yet" you grinned "but i’m sure you’ll manage, you are the firelord after all". Zuko smirked and you patted his shoulder "after your appointment with my brother and sister and then your sister....you could always come find me in your room?". Zuko smiled "is that my motivation for surviving this?". You shrugged "you can think of it as that" and stepped away from him. Zuko watched you before sighing "alright let’s get this over with” he said loudly and strode towards the kitchen.

You turned back to Azula who raised an eyebrow at Zuko’s sudden confidence and she frowned. "Do i even want to know?" Azula asked and you shook your head "no". “Ow and don’t worry if I’m not in our room tonight”. “Euch Y/n!” Azula cried and you shrugged “what? I didn’t say why”. “I know why” she sighed before she smiled “at least I can have your bigger bed”. “Be my guest” you smiled, you had a firelord to get reacquainted with.

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slasherhaven · 3 years ago

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Hello it’s me again could you please do Jesse Cromeans x single mother with a child whose deaf and the father of the child is abusive and trying to make the reader’s life horrible then Jesse crimes to the rescue lol hope it’s not too bothersome or confusing

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Warnings: abusive past relationship

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) X Single Mother with a Deaf Child and Abusive Partner:

You had been working for Jesse’s organisation for a little while but he never really noticed you, since you didn’t work that close to him.

His assistant had been off sick for about a week, and you had been assigned to take over her role until she got back.

That was the first time he truly took notice of you, instantly becoming a little intrigued.

He recognised the signs soon after. The way you acted around him and others despite nobody giving you any direct reason to fear them. How you apologised too quickly, worried about messing up, how quiet you were. You were good at your job, though.

When you had first headed to his office, to introduce yourself and explain you would be his assistant for a little while, he had gone to communicate through text to speech. You were quick to assure him that you understood sign language if he preferred to use that, your hands moving along with your words as if to prove it.

It had made him smile.

Placing down his phone, he used his hands to ask how you knew sign language.

“My son in deaf, sir” you explained with a small smile.

A son? Jesse knew he hadn’t spotted a ring on your hand, so you mustn’t have been married.

Over the week you spend together, he quickly learnt how to act around you. How to keep his distance as to not intimidate you, how to alert you to his presence so not to scare you.

But you quickly became comfortable around him. You knew he was a dangerous man but he had never been anything but kind to you.

Eventually you wondered when his usual assistant would be returning, only for him to tell you that you would be taking on the position permanently. A part of you wanted to argue, to ask more about the woman who’s job you were taking, but the pay raise just couldn’t be overlooked. Not when you had a son to think about.

So, you took to your new role easily. You worked closely to Jesse, the two of you hitting it off with a surprising ease. Perhaps it was because you could communicate so easily? He found talking to you less bothersome? You weren’t sure, but you enjoyed his company.

Normally you would greet him with a smile, two coffees in your hand. This morning was a little different.

When Jesse got to the office, his coffee was already sitting on his desk. Still warm. He found you at your desk, hanging your head, hair forming curtains around your face, scribbling something down.

He approached your desk with purposeful footsteps. He knew that you had heard him but you didn’t look up.

He used the text to speech to say you name. You pause for a moment before looking up at him.

Even through the make-up you had applied, he could see the bruise that had formed along your cheek. You knew he had seen it, you saw the anger in his eyes and how his shoulders tensed.

“What happened?” he asked simply, getting no response. “Come into my office” some people found it difficult to decipher tone in sign language but you had become an expert, his body language was tense but you knew the order held some gentleness.

You followed him to his office, he closed the door behind you both before guiding you over to his desk. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk, and he sat in the other, not putting the desk between the two of you.

He once again asked what happened, who had hurt you.

You had been working with him for a while now, months, and you had noticed how much safer you felt with him. You could smile and laugh without a care when you were with him, you had fallen asleep in his office once while working on some paperwork with him, and you had woken up to a blanket draped over you.

He had even met your son once. It was after work hours, he had called you asking for a file that he couldn’t find. When you realised you had accidently taken it home with you, you offered to bring it in. He hadn’t expected to see you step into the office with a young boy trailing behind you. You handed him the file and he thanked you for it before looking down at your son. He seemed a little timid, standing just behind you cautiously.

From what Jesse had assumed, the boy didn’t have great male role models in his life and he knew he was an intimidating man anyway. You couldn’t help but smile when Jesse gave your son a small wave, which he politely returned. But when Jessed signed “what’s your name?” your son’s face lit up in a smile before telling him his name. Jesse also introduced himself.

All of that just to say that you felt that you could trust him.

So, you told him everything. How you had broken up with your boyfriend, your son’s father, a long time ago because of how abusive he could be, you didn’t want your child to be put through that. How, for a while, the father stayed out of your life, seemingly disappearing. How he recently started calling and showing up at your door, demanding to be a part of your son’s life. How he had harshly slapped you for denying him access to your home only the night before.

You weren’t sure when you started crying, but you weren’t surprised that you had. Jesse moved out of his chair, kneeling down in front of you as you lifted your head to look at him.

“Is he still bothering you?” you nodded. “Has he called you today?” you told him that he had been blowing up your phone so you blocked the number but that wouldn’t stop him from coming to your home again. “Are you sure you’re safe at home?” he asked and you paused before giving him an unconvincing nod.

Of course you weren’t safe at home, but you didn’t want to burden Jesse, your boss, with your personal life.

But he knew you were lying, and he wasn’t about to send you back home to deal with him.

“You can stay with me for a while” he offered as he stood up, your eyes widening as you looked up at him.

“No, I can’t do that. I’m fine really” you didn’t want to be any trouble, even if his offer was very tempting. You would be safe, your ex would never guess you were staying there.

You argued and protested some more but Jesse kept insisting, and you eventually gave in. The offer was generous.

He let you use his bathroom to wash your face and clean up in. The two of you finished work early that day and, since you usually take public transport to work, Jesse opened his car door for you.

He took you to your home, where you packed two bags. One for you and once for your son.

He then took you to pick your son up from school once the school day was finished. Your son seemed excited to see Jesse again, running up and hugging you hello before signing his greeting to the well dressed man beside you.

“We’re going to stay with Jesse for a little while” you knelt down to your son’s height, a little surprised but glad to see his bright smile.

Jesse also smiled, this being one of the few times you had called him ‘Jesse’ despite how many times he had told you to do so.

Jesse’s home is grand and modern and impressive, it managed to stun you a little. But your son was nearly jumping up and down with excitement.

“Do I get my own room?” your son signed up to you. You looked to Jesse for an answer, and he nodded.

Jesse didn’t have a kid’s room in his home but he did have some guest rooms, one of which he gave to your son. “It’s the biggest room” he had told the young boy, making his smile grow even more.

That night, your son went to bed with ease, having worn himself out, and you returned to the lounge where Jesse was sitting with a drink.

“Thank you, Jesse. You really didn’t need to do all of this, it’s very generous” you sat down beside him.

He told you that he considered you to be a friend, that he refused to sit by and let your ex harass you. He wanted to look out for you and your son, you were his assistant after all.

For a while everything was going well. You and your son were still staying with Jesse, the three of you getting along well and adjusting easily to your new living situation.

Jesse found that he enjoyed having you both there. He was aware that he had developed some feelings for you and was fond of your son, so he really didn’t mind you staying with him. In a way, he was getting what he wanted.

Things got a little worse when you went to pick your son up from school one day, finding your ex waiting for you both. You had instantly called Jesse, waiting by the school for him to arrive so that your ex couldn’t bother you too much, it was too public.

When Jesse’s car pulled up in front of you, your ex was talking to you. Your son clinging to your hand, both of you clearly afraid.

As soon as your son saw Jesse stepping out of the car, his face lit up. He released your hand and ran over to the man, who gently guided the child to stand behind him. Jesse’s stance protective.

“Are you ready to go?” Jesse signed and you nodded, quickly walking over to him.

Of course, your ex had never bothered to learn sign language, so he didn’t understand any of it. He was quick to start snapping at Jesse, asking who he was and to leave you all alone, to mind his business, he was just trying to talk to his son. Your ex has always been foolish and hot-headed, trying to pick a fight with a man so much larger than him.

As your ex got closer, Jesse placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back harshly. He looked over his shoulder and nodded at you, you quickly ushered your son into the car, getting in with him. Using the text to speech on his phone, Jesse threatened your ex. You couldn’t hear, you could only see that he was using the device, but he was threatening your ex to stay away from you and your son.

Your ex backed off and Jesse got into the car, driving the three of you home where you could comfort your son and he could comfort you.

It wasn’t too long after that when Jesse went on his first business trip since you started living with him. It felt strange to be living in his home without him but it had started to feel like your own home. Jesse made sure the two of you stayed in touch, talking everyday.

He returned home after about two weeks. As soon as he stepped through the door, your son had run up to him with a huge smile to greet him with a hug. The two had become close. Your heart warmed when Jesse lifted the young boy up into an embrace, flashing you a proud smile as he kicked the door shut behind him.

So domestic, how a child should react to his father returning after two weeks away.

That night your son had asked if he could stay up late because Jesse was home, you couldn’t convince him to go to bed, but Jesse convinced him by promising to do something special on the weekend. It had you smiling again.

You and Jesse did stay up a little longer that night, talking and catching up. He asked if your ex had given you any trouble, you told him that he hadn’t. What you didn’t know was that your ex would never be bothering you again, Jesse had made sure of it.

That night you confessed that you had missed him, that your son had as well, and Jesse confessed that he had missed the two of you too.

That night was the night that Jesse finally kissed you, finally feeling that you had become comfortable enough around him, that you returned his feelings and didn’t think you owed him anything for his help. And you had returned the kiss instantly, glad that he finally made the move.

Jesse had already proven to be the best partner you had ever had, the best father figure that your son had ever had, and he seemed to want to be those things. You truly believed that the three of you could make this work, that this could be good for all three of you.

You had fallen hard for Jesse and as he pulled you closer to him on the couch, deepening the kiss, you were sure that you had never felt this way about somebody before.

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